[The shy warmth of the request is all that could draw him away from his watch on the woods, so it is that this time Paul has to glance back at the man blinking at the edge of the firelight's circle.
Duke Leto is a little younger than he was the last time Paul saw him in his true, waking life, with a touch less grey in his beard, but he is otherwise exactly as he was. He adjusts the strap of the satchel over his shoulder and smiles gently, even if there's a trace of surprise in it, at the young boy seated next to his son.]
Hello. Where did you come from?
I invited him here, sir. [Paul slides in to answer smoothly, sparing Falco fumbling for a response.] This is Falco Grice. Falco, this is my father. Duke Leto Atreides.
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[The shy warmth of the request is all that could draw him away from his watch on the woods, so it is that this time Paul has to glance back at the man blinking at the edge of the firelight's circle.
Duke Leto is a little younger than he was the last time Paul saw him in his true, waking life, with a touch less grey in his beard, but he is otherwise exactly as he was. He adjusts the strap of the satchel over his shoulder and smiles gently, even if there's a trace of surprise in it, at the young boy seated next to his son.]
Hello. Where did you come from?
I invited him here, sir. [Paul slides in to answer smoothly, sparing Falco fumbling for a response.] This is Falco Grice. Falco, this is my father. Duke Leto Atreides.