Myr doesn't know all Hector's story--or much beyond a tiny, tiny fraction of it--but there is enough of a hint of awkward melancholy about him that that question stirs something protective in the deer's breast.
(Everett's so fond of Hector, too; and as Myr well knows, the diplomat's affections are strongest for those most in need of them.)]
I do like it, [Myr affirms, and hesitates just a breath before adding,] and I'd like that, too.
[Whatever a Faun's instincts, and whatever renewed confidence Myr's found in his more amorous pursuits since coming to Aefenglom, there's still something fraught and tender in these first moments of courtship. Just don't think about how it could go wrong--]
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Myr doesn't know all Hector's story--or much beyond a tiny, tiny fraction of it--but there is enough of a hint of awkward melancholy about him that that question stirs something protective in the deer's breast.
(Everett's so fond of Hector, too; and as Myr well knows, the diplomat's affections are strongest for those most in need of them.)]
I do like it, [Myr affirms, and hesitates just a breath before adding,] and I'd like that, too.
[Whatever a Faun's instincts, and whatever renewed confidence Myr's found in his more amorous pursuits since coming to Aefenglom, there's still something fraught and tender in these first moments of courtship. Just don't think about how it could go wrong--]
You are quite good with your hands.