[ Levity leaves him with a thought for the cot standing idle in his quarters, sheets crisp save for the occasional wrinkle of little nug hands whenever one of his cursed brood takes ill. They might be helpful in the disposal of his corpse should Thot fail to alert him to an intruder in the night.
He tucks his own hands into his pockets against the cold, already nipped pink in the ears. ]
No such trouble.
[ Another glance -- they’ve crested the stair before he says so. A less striking admission.
He's also sorry for asking without having asked. ]
no subject
[ Levity leaves him with a thought for the cot standing idle in his quarters, sheets crisp save for the occasional wrinkle of little nug hands whenever one of his cursed brood takes ill. They might be helpful in the disposal of his corpse should Thot fail to alert him to an intruder in the night.
He tucks his own hands into his pockets against the cold, already nipped pink in the ears. ]
No such trouble.
[ Another glance -- they’ve crested the stair before he says so. A less striking admission.
He's also sorry for asking without having asked. ]
How are you feeling about the ferry?