This is too far removed from where he'd been from the past however long for him to sort out what he must do.
Then again he had both eyes in the fade as well...
He shifts, slowly, curling an arm around her shoulders. The motion is slow and tentative as though it pains him- and it does in no small way, each little pocket of ache where he'd been cut flaring under his skin long after he'd been healed. But it is Beleth. His little bird.
And she'd come for him.
"I have...a fragrant soap from Orlais. Something that will have you smelling of lavender." Every word is slow. Rough. Whether from disuse or screaming himself hoarse- he can't remember.
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Then again he had both eyes in the fade as well...
He shifts, slowly, curling an arm around her shoulders. The motion is slow and tentative as though it pains him- and it does in no small way, each little pocket of ache where he'd been cut flaring under his skin long after he'd been healed. But it is Beleth. His little bird.
And she'd come for him.
"I have...a fragrant soap from Orlais. Something that will have you smelling of lavender." Every word is slow. Rough. Whether from disuse or screaming himself hoarse- he can't remember.