[It's one of the things L not only likes, but admires about Myr, feeling deep affection for his tendency to consider the way life catalyzes and interacts with other life. It's perpetual and lovely, from the outside; even, at times, when the context itself is a strange or uncomfortable one.
He doesn't fully let go of the quilt until it's fully around Myr's shoulders and secured by the faun's hand, where L's lingers for a moment before drawing away.]
I know... I know.
[Said in a different tone, it could sound flippant and dismissive, but his words are soft, somber. Myr is tired; he can sense it, bone-deep, in a way that natural empathy rarely affords him insight into the plights of others.]
So rest. Right here... envision your staff, and give it to me, and you'll be safe while I work, OK?
[The sand, after all, is enough of an expanse that he has ample space to work. He's so talented with runes, and maybe more so, on one of the rare occasions that Myr can actually witness him etching.]
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He doesn't fully let go of the quilt until it's fully around Myr's shoulders and secured by the faun's hand, where L's lingers for a moment before drawing away.]
I know... I know.
[Said in a different tone, it could sound flippant and dismissive, but his words are soft, somber. Myr is tired; he can sense it, bone-deep, in a way that natural empathy rarely affords him insight into the plights of others.]
So rest. Right here... envision your staff, and give it to me, and you'll be safe while I work, OK?
[The sand, after all, is enough of an expanse that he has ample space to work. He's so talented with runes, and maybe more so, on one of the rare occasions that Myr can actually witness him etching.]