[They're scars he deserves--at least, in his own estimation.
It's a small cottage, and it's not far to the bedroom, though Myr has to stop once and orient himself by touching the walls at a junction. Linden is tucked into his bed, quiescent as only the comatose can be. Someone's...taken some care with the coverlet.
That's not weird, or anything. None of this is weird. Nope.]
It? [Oh, the SQUIP.] No--it was--Linden had a barrier. I needed to bring it down--and the silence rune I'd brought didn't work.
[So he bounced himself off it until Linden, unwilling to kill him, had dropped it.]
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It's a small cottage, and it's not far to the bedroom, though Myr has to stop once and orient himself by touching the walls at a junction. Linden is tucked into his bed, quiescent as only the comatose can be. Someone's...taken some care with the coverlet.
That's not weird, or anything. None of this is weird. Nope.]
It? [Oh, the SQUIP.] No--it was--Linden had a barrier. I needed to bring it down--and the silence rune I'd brought didn't work.
[So he bounced himself off it until Linden, unwilling to kill him, had dropped it.]