[A squad. Comrades-in-arms. Paul always imagined he'd have his own, one day, a band of people who would fight at his side, whose triumphs and defeats he'd share in, separate from the legacy granted him as the next in line to inherit a House of warriors.
He lets his eyes fall closed. Lets her tell him to be proud of himself, even in something as inconsequential as this, and takes a deep, slow breath like the spring winds, rustling all the new-growing things.]
Yes. [He settles into her side, pleasantly drifting.] You'll have to teach me more bone jokes, though. I can't let down the squad.
/wrap for the bone squad?
He lets his eyes fall closed. Lets her tell him to be proud of himself, even in something as inconsequential as this, and takes a deep, slow breath like the spring winds, rustling all the new-growing things.]
Yes. [He settles into her side, pleasantly drifting.] You'll have to teach me more bone jokes, though. I can't let down the squad.