[Diluc falls in step with the Nehan he knows without a backward glance. He doesn’t speak. This isn’t a time to ask questions.
And he doesn’t feel like asking anything or letting him be anything but focused and somewhat numb. He nods to acknowledge he got the message and looks to Nehan.
He looks tired and his usual masks aren’t present. Life had found a chink in his armor and finally he says,] I was going to sit for a moment. Seems that wasn’t allowed.
[Depending on what he sees he might wrap the damn thing in towels and move it, or go find his wayward knight.]
C, Winter mourning’s last hurrah.
And he doesn’t feel like asking anything or letting him be anything but focused and somewhat numb. He nods to acknowledge he got the message and looks to Nehan.
He looks tired and his usual masks aren’t present. Life had found a chink in his armor and finally he says,] I was going to sit for a moment. Seems that wasn’t allowed.
[Depending on what he sees he might wrap the damn thing in towels and move it, or go find his wayward knight.]