Date: 2022-07-23 07:10 pm (UTC)
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With her belt dispelled, however close at hand, Silas is comfortable enough to tug loose any tuck left to the tail of her shirt. The familiar tab of his talisman bumps at the inside of his own tunic at the sternum while he works, just shy of slipping through loose laces.

Then there is his own belt to see to.

Pulling it loose drags it through the fittings of the dagger’s sheathe, dropping the entire rig blind into her lap. He’s too tuned into her study of him to grope for it, progress stalled by the question of a question.

It’s easier when he pauses to see how deeply unhappiness has wrought itself in wiry muscle hard-bit into his skull behind the ears, tight in his shoulders and buckled in across his ribs, where it’s out of the way for clothing management. Little scars bleached white with the tension, all the frustration and upset he's kept off his face squeezed like a fist about his core. There it can bleed off tension on its own time, without need for discussion.

He tosses his belt aside, leaving the dagger for her to sort.

“Which question do you personally find is the most pressing?”
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