[ An optimistic man would have candles burning. Incense, perhaps.
Richard is slow to answer because he has to drag himself out of bed. Upon Loxley’s cot, a nug in a crate huddles shivering in the dark; he slouches to check on her first, squinting at clean hay for any trace of passed stool, and finding none. ]
Disappointing, [ he tells her, and pads to the door to open it.
He looks much the same as he did however long ago when he does. ]
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Richard is slow to answer because he has to drag himself out of bed. Upon Loxley’s cot, a nug in a crate huddles shivering in the dark; he slouches to check on her first, squinting at clean hay for any trace of passed stool, and finding none. ]
Disappointing, [ he tells her, and pads to the door to open it.
He looks much the same as he did however long ago when he does. ]