[Crookytail has adapted gracefully to her role as a dwarf wormipede ambassador, which is to say: She mostly naps and looks cute(???) when Myr doesn't need her, and otherwise is a very strange-looking guide dog, and doesn't have to think about any of that very much. Weird stares? All in a day's job.
Lahabrea's quiet comment is...it helps, oddly enough, in its simplicity. Instinctively or otherwise, Myr has adapted to the gap of experience between them and had not expected any form of comment on his condition. To have it so-acknowledged eases a little of the burden.]
Thank you, messere. I've...been thinking on what you said, last month. It's been a comfort; I know his own gods were mindful of his soul and came from another world to his, so I trust...they've paying attention.
[And some of them, Arthur especially, seemed like they'd be delighted to have a second copy of Everett around to look after--if that's how it worked out.
It eases some of the hurt to think of it that way.]
Oh-- [All right, then. He accepts the wad of cash back, carding through it to split it roughly in half by value; half returns to his satchel, and the other's set just on the edge of the desk.
Maybe if he thinks of it he'll turn up a nice piece of jewelry to mysteriously gift Lahabrea in the coming days. He does know Dragons, after all... And the thanks would be for more than the watch upgrade.
He's busy enough considering that, and nodding along with Lahabrea's assessment of how long it would take, that the question catches entirely off-balance. If he could blink, he would; as it is he sits there in a mild form of shock, the usual casual twitching of his ears suddenly still.]
Ah. It--not offense at all, messere. [Maker, how does he explain this. He cheeks actually color faintly with shame.] I--haven't asked because I didn't want to get my hopes up. It wouldn't have been possible, back home. To my knowledge.
[A longer pause, and more quietly,] And here it might involve blood magic, and I wouldn't...want to be tempted that way. For something I--
[...No, he can't complete that sentence, even if he knows leaving it hanging may get another question. He angles his chin toward his chest and rounds his shoulders, taking a moment to gather himself.] --forgive me. I--can't explain. All my reasoning on that.
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Lahabrea's quiet comment is...it helps, oddly enough, in its simplicity. Instinctively or otherwise, Myr has adapted to the gap of experience between them and had not expected any form of comment on his condition. To have it so-acknowledged eases a little of the burden.]
Thank you, messere. I've...been thinking on what you said, last month. It's been a comfort; I know his own gods were mindful of his soul and came from another world to his, so I trust...they've paying attention.
[And some of them, Arthur especially, seemed like they'd be delighted to have a second copy of Everett around to look after--if that's how it worked out.
It eases some of the hurt to think of it that way.]
Oh-- [All right, then. He accepts the wad of cash back, carding through it to split it roughly in half by value; half returns to his satchel, and the other's set just on the edge of the desk.
Maybe if he thinks of it he'll turn up a nice piece of jewelry to mysteriously gift Lahabrea in the coming days. He does know Dragons, after all... And the thanks would be for more than the watch upgrade.
He's busy enough considering that, and nodding along with Lahabrea's assessment of how long it would take, that the question catches entirely off-balance. If he could blink, he would; as it is he sits there in a mild form of shock, the usual casual twitching of his ears suddenly still.]
Ah. It--not offense at all, messere. [Maker, how does he explain this. He cheeks actually color faintly with shame.] I--haven't asked because I didn't want to get my hopes up. It wouldn't have been possible, back home. To my knowledge.
[A longer pause, and more quietly,] And here it might involve blood magic, and I wouldn't...want to be tempted that way. For something I--
[...No, he can't complete that sentence, even if he knows leaving it hanging may get another question. He angles his chin toward his chest and rounds his shoulders, taking a moment to gather himself.] --forgive me. I--can't explain. All my reasoning on that.