[Not the cultural misunderstanding he'd assumed, then--but then it's Nehan.
Illarion should know better by now, but like someone being stubborn has ever kept him from offering help.
He echoes the sigh, though his has more amusement to it.]
As if I am a cat, leaving you decapitated mice out of pity.
[Though, hang on. Watching Nehan finger-comb his hair like is going to bother him more the longer it goes on.
He climbs out of the pool without another word and pads off down the hall with wet footsteps.
He's back inside a minute, carrying a bone comb with wide-spaced teeth.]
This is not fussing over you, [he remarks, as he sits back down on the pool's edge, within touching distance of Nehan.] This is having proper tools for the job. May I?
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Illarion should know better by now, but like someone being stubborn has ever kept him from offering help.
He echoes the sigh, though his has more amusement to it.]
As if I am a cat, leaving you decapitated mice out of pity.
[Though, hang on. Watching Nehan finger-comb his hair like is going to bother him more the longer it goes on.
He climbs out of the pool without another word and pads off down the hall with wet footsteps.
He's back inside a minute, carrying a bone comb with wide-spaced teeth.]
This is not fussing over you, [he remarks, as he sits back down on the pool's edge, within touching distance of Nehan.] This is having proper tools for the job. May I?