Reflection takes that watchfulness briefly out of focus. He is elsewhere for the bleary beat it takes him to recall the weight of the bottle in his hand, and slow to smudge himself out of it, loose shoulders drawn back out of a gradual slouch -- pulling himself back up into a tidier coil.
“I’m something of a healer myself. Should you ever require assistance.” He doesn’t get the sense that she’d need it to get things done.
But you never know.
He offers the bottle out at a tilt. Last call.
“Does being a part of the chantry protect you from their scrutiny?”
no subject
Reflection takes that watchfulness briefly out of focus. He is elsewhere for the bleary beat it takes him to recall the weight of the bottle in his hand, and slow to smudge himself out of it, loose shoulders drawn back out of a gradual slouch -- pulling himself back up into a tidier coil.
“I’m something of a healer myself. Should you ever require assistance.” He doesn’t get the sense that she’d need it to get things done.
But you never know.
He offers the bottle out at a tilt. Last call.
“Does being a part of the chantry protect you from their scrutiny?”