[ For a long moment, he stares at the fire. His expression is unreadable. Always. He doesn't know how he feels about her conviction. She thinks she knows who he is and maybe she's right—but maybe she's not.
And what is it that she needs him for here and now? He isn't sure he wants to ask. If it's something he's even able to give.
He stokes the fire in silence: his default when he can't find a response worth saying. Her smile is bright. In the flickering light, she nearly glows. Despite it all, he finds himself softening. ]
Mm. Now we're boasting. [ He leans back against the tree to ease the strain on his side and idly brushes pine needles out of his tail. He watches her circle the area for a minute. ] Let me see your sword.
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And what is it that she needs him for here and now? He isn't sure he wants to ask. If it's something he's even able to give.
He stokes the fire in silence: his default when he can't find a response worth saying. Her smile is bright. In the flickering light, she nearly glows. Despite it all, he finds himself softening. ]
Mm. Now we're boasting. [ He leans back against the tree to ease the strain on his side and idly brushes pine needles out of his tail. He watches her circle the area for a minute. ] Let me see your sword.