[ she's been doing the same, even after he'd left her room in the inn, extremely petulant about having needed her help and muttering a begrudging 'thank you' as he'd left. she's aware that they have a lot to work though - there's a lot that he doesn't know or doesn't remember (she's still not sure how that works, even after a few days of researching), not the least of which is her taking the killing strike that had been meant for him and why, but she'd respected his need for space. mostly since she's needed some herself. ]
yours, too.
[ his gives who he is away more than hers, although truth be told she's not sure why she's making the attempt at secrecy. they're already dead. ]
un: badeaux
yours, too.
[ his gives who he is away more than hers, although truth be told she's not sure why she's making the attempt at secrecy. they're already dead. ]
i take it you're feeling better.