[As much as he's preoccupied with getting rid of their wormy entourage and getting the two of them out of there in one piece with all their appendages and no singe marks, he notices that Reynir doesn't run right away when he tells him to. Emil is torn somewhere between irritation and gratitude, but he doesn't have time to talk about it or process his feelings or anything like that. Not when they're literally running away from an explosion and an army of flaming centipede monsters with scythe mouths.
They run for a while even after the blast goes off, Emil manages to mostly keep himself from stumbling over his own feet or whatever obstacles might be on the ground. Once they're tucked just out of view of anything that might have been still trying to follow them, Emil leans down, hands on his knees, catching his breath. He's not expecting it when Reynir bursts out with that praise, about him and his runes and the fire and all of it, and calls him badass.
Emil is genuinely caught off-guard, and he looks up at Reynir with slightly wide eyes, lifting a hand to fluff at his hair and try to get it back in some semblance of order.]
It's no different than anything I did in the Silent World, that you've seen before.
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They run for a while even after the blast goes off, Emil manages to mostly keep himself from stumbling over his own feet or whatever obstacles might be on the ground. Once they're tucked just out of view of anything that might have been still trying to follow them, Emil leans down, hands on his knees, catching his breath. He's not expecting it when Reynir bursts out with that praise, about him and his runes and the fire and all of it, and calls him badass.
Emil is genuinely caught off-guard, and he looks up at Reynir with slightly wide eyes, lifting a hand to fluff at his hair and try to get it back in some semblance of order.]
It's no different than anything I did in the Silent World, that you've seen before.
[But it's obvious that he's flattered.]