With less bleeding to take up his attention, he finally gets a load of that umbrella while Lup dresses. As he rocks back on his heels to stand, it gets a puzzled little look. He'd thought, when she'd had it in her hands out in the fray, that it was a weapon. On closer inspection, it definitely is...not. (It does ping some inane memory of Jester painting a parasol into existence for a particular mutual friend. Is she a drow? The sun is still out, out there, if not for much longer. But she doesn't much look like one. Doesn't sound like she's come from the Dynasty, either.)]
Lup? [Repeated absently, as if to test out the sound of it and memorize it while he casts about the house they'd sheltered in for something to wipe the blood off his hands with. He settles on a frankly hideously pattered scarf of some fine fairy silk. (Molly would have loved it.)]
I'm afraid not. [Honestly it's all kind of...running together, the last few days. But he's pretty sure she's the first person he could confidently peg as an elf at all, around here. He looks like he's about to continue, (probably to say as much,) but he stops. Pauses in his scrubbing the blood from his hands and looks back at her quizzically.] When you say exactly like you—
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With less bleeding to take up his attention, he finally gets a load of that umbrella while Lup dresses. As he rocks back on his heels to stand, it gets a puzzled little look. He'd thought, when she'd had it in her hands out in the fray, that it was a weapon. On closer inspection, it definitely is...not. (It does ping some inane memory of Jester painting a parasol into existence for a particular mutual friend. Is she a drow? The sun is still out, out there, if not for much longer. But she doesn't much look like one. Doesn't sound like she's come from the Dynasty, either.)]
Lup? [Repeated absently, as if to test out the sound of it and memorize it while he casts about the house they'd sheltered in for something to wipe the blood off his hands with. He settles on a frankly hideously pattered scarf of some fine fairy silk. (Molly would have loved it.)]
I'm afraid not. [Honestly it's all kind of...running together, the last few days. But he's pretty sure she's the first person he could confidently peg as an elf at all, around here. He looks like he's about to continue, (probably to say as much,) but he stops. Pauses in his scrubbing the blood from his hands and looks back at her quizzically.] When you say exactly like you—
[Like...exactly, exactly, or.]