[Touch soothes, and Myr is so inclined to lean into it that a sigh can't help but escape him when L pulls his hand away. He almost wants to beg his Witch to put aside everything else he's come here for and simply sit with him a while, but--this is important work, and mere cuddling isn't going to fix any of what's gone wrong with Myr.
At least L isn't asking anything difficult of him to carry on with it. He lifts his chin in acknowledgment of the request and reaches back as if to draw his staff from its usual place on his back, and does through the logic of dreams.]
Here, [he says, proffering it. Once L's taken it from him he takes a step back toward his solid wall, putting his back to it and sliding down to sit on the sand. It is a profoundly defeated posture--but there's at least a little glimmer of interest, of hope, in the Faun's eyes as he waits to see what L will do.]
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At least L isn't asking anything difficult of him to carry on with it. He lifts his chin in acknowledgment of the request and reaches back as if to draw his staff from its usual place on his back, and does through the logic of dreams.]
Here, [he says, proffering it. Once L's taken it from him he takes a step back toward his solid wall, putting his back to it and sliding down to sit on the sand. It is a profoundly defeated posture--but there's at least a little glimmer of interest, of hope, in the Faun's eyes as he waits to see what L will do.]