Blithely as though Richard were a carpenter. His eyes shut comically, before reopening. As far as the Chantry's concerned, any Rifter is already a lost cause — but no point to voicing that. There are degrees to these things, and he hasn’t struck him as dumb.
"Mending the wood may be enough. I think it at least worth the trial."
Sentiment. His head tips aside, considering. It’s a pleasant thing, to hold a secret; it looks, upon occasion, something like an upper hand. Better it not, just now. An offer of his own:
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Date: 2020-08-20 05:58 pm (UTC)Blithely as though Richard were a carpenter. His eyes shut comically, before reopening. As far as the Chantry's concerned, any Rifter is already a lost cause — but no point to voicing that. There are degrees to these things, and he hasn’t struck him as dumb.
"Mending the wood may be enough. I think it at least worth the trial."
Sentiment. His head tips aside, considering. It’s a pleasant thing, to hold a secret; it looks, upon occasion, something like an upper hand. Better it not, just now. An offer of his own:
"Would you like to see something careless?"
An exchange.