And so begins a few minutes of companionable silence (wherein they drink), wherein Dorian can loosely circle the notion of friendship himself. He doesn't have many, and he might have confessed that he considers her to be one if he thought she'd welcome it, or that it was necessary, but he's not so sure she would, and he's not so sure it is.
It's getting darker, steadily. Soon, a fire is in order. Fortunately, they're magic, so it won't be hard, and the wine releasing its warmth into his blood staves off this responsibility a little longer. "No one else knows," he says, finally. A little contemplative for all that he thinks it is also not unimportant that she's made aware. "Not even Felix understands exactly what happened."
Distracted with dying slowly of the Blight, as he is.
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"Well. I can't deny that."
And so begins a few minutes of companionable silence (wherein they drink), wherein Dorian can loosely circle the notion of friendship himself. He doesn't have many, and he might have confessed that he considers her to be one if he thought she'd welcome it, or that it was necessary, but he's not so sure she would, and he's not so sure it is.
It's getting darker, steadily. Soon, a fire is in order. Fortunately, they're magic, so it won't be hard, and the wine releasing its warmth into his blood staves off this responsibility a little longer. "No one else knows," he says, finally. A little contemplative for all that he thinks it is also not unimportant that she's made aware. "Not even Felix understands exactly what happened."
Distracted with dying slowly of the Blight, as he is.