[Myr busies himself during the time it takes L to return, finding ample uses for his hands in little tasks. By the time the detective's home, the kitchen's tidied and two chairs are set by the table, where a jug of water--plain water--awaits beside a cup and a small plate of simple snacks. Nourishment, as ever, remains a tangible expression of the elf's love for his Witch.
He's waiting on his feet by the table, leaned hipshot against it as he runs through a set of evocation exercises. The conjured flame he's holding winks out of existence at the sound of the door opening.]
Linden? [He waits a moment for affirmation from the feel of their Bond; and Crookytail's greeting wheeze from under the table only seals it.] Come sit with me.
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He's waiting on his feet by the table, leaned hipshot against it as he runs through a set of evocation exercises. The conjured flame he's holding winks out of existence at the sound of the door opening.]
Linden? [He waits a moment for affirmation from the feel of their Bond; and Crookytail's greeting wheeze from under the table only seals it.] Come sit with me.