[ He can feel that careful veil slide down over her emotions and he reaches out mentally to tug at it, prying it away again. ]
We'll figure it out, sweet. But you don't have to bottle what you're feeling, either. I heard it makes you break out and that's far worse than a few wrinkles.
And the loft is never quiet. You two have a literal zoo at this point. I hope Claude doesn't expect me to be tending his poison...
[ He'll feel a stubborn little tug back in her direction. Or maybe a tug and pull of his own wall, as if to quietly say that if he's going to have her expose her worries then it's only fair that he allows his own walls to fall. ]
Well then he better get back here quick to find out if I murdered his plant or not.
Or maybe that it murdered me.
[ He feels that tug, blinks at it, at being called out on that, but then she might feel the faintest rush of warm fondness wash over her. It's not as strong as he might normally be able to send it - she is a whole country apart, but the connection they have forged between them is strong enough to at least allow a little of it through. ]
[ Pulling herself out of the muck in the middle of Solvunn - she does in fact feel that rush of warmth. Whether he intends it or not, it provides her just enough feeling back into her fingers as she roughly tugs her lost boot out of the mud. Though faint, she sends a faint caress, a brush of fingertips against the feeling that she hopes will feel akin to her brushing her fingers against his cheek. ]
[ Said as if they aren't all prone to dramatic tendencies to varying degrees (and said as if she isn't the one who is being the Most Dramatic of them all. ]
Sweetheart, if the soldiers hadn't literally dragged me away from the portal to keep from crossing back, I would have used that portal as many times as necessary to end up right where you are.
[ There's another beat as she stumbles down the hill before coming to a complete stop as she stares at Sylain's words that glitter in the snow and dirt in front of her. ]
I wasn't blaming you for anything, sweet. I know, if we'd had a choice in it, there's nothing that could have separated us.
And yes, we still have the Horizon. Anytime you need us, sweet, we're only a message away. I can't speak for Claude but I'm certain his opinion is the same. We'd drop everything to meet you there.
[ There's a long pause before another message finally follows. Probably right about the time steam starts coming out of her ears. ]
I'm not ignoring it. And I appreciate it, Hilda. You know I do. It still feels weird sometimes, though. Like I don't know what to do with it, even if it's right here staring me in the face.
[ The first response is met with a muffled, but no less shrill sound of annoyance as she finally makes her way to civilization and resolves not to speak to him until he gives her a serious, less infuriating answer.
And somehow that's also more than enough time for her to shed her muddy clothing and slip into a warm tub. ]
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We'll figure it out, sweet. But you don't have to bottle what you're feeling, either. I heard it makes you break out and that's far worse than a few wrinkles.
And the loft is never quiet. You two have a literal zoo at this point. I hope Claude doesn't expect me to be tending his poison...
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𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘻𝘰𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘴. 𝘈𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰. 𝘏𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘕𝘰𝘤𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨.
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Or maybe that it murdered me.
[ He feels that tug, blinks at it, at being called out on that, but then she might feel the faintest rush of warm fondness wash over her. It's not as strong as he might normally be able to send it - she is a whole country apart, but the connection they have forged between them is strong enough to at least allow a little of it through. ]
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𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 - 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘦?
[ Said as if they aren't all prone to dramatic tendencies to varying degrees (and said as if she isn't the one who is being the Most Dramatic of them all. ]
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱?
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[ Oh he knows exactly who the Queen of Drama is around here. Although there are times they all trade that crown around, for one reason or another. ]
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𝘞𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳.
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Sweetheart, if the soldiers hadn't literally dragged me away from the portal to keep from crossing back, I would have used that portal as many times as necessary to end up right where you are.
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...𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺. 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 -
[ Well. He knows. ]
𝘈𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘰𝘯, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?
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And yes, we still have the Horizon. Anytime you need us, sweet, we're only a message away. I can't speak for Claude but I'm certain his opinion is the same. We'd drop everything to meet you there.
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𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.
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𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳.
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[ Yup. That's all you get. ]
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I'm not ignoring it. And I appreciate it, Hilda. You know I do. It still feels weird sometimes, though. Like I don't know what to do with it, even if it's right here staring me in the face.
...Literally.
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And somehow that's also more than enough time for her to shed her muddy clothing and slip into a warm tub. ]
𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘖𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘰𝘯?
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...And punching distance.
As for that question? Well... ]
Yes.
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[ Use your words Sylvain!!! ]