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[nonvenomous]

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[sulahnan]

[ She hums thoughtfully, or just idly, because most of her thoughts are echoes of what he's said.

And then for a few moments she gets distracted by her hands and just looks at them, holding them above her face. ]

I like talking to you, [ She says, casual and genuine. ] I mean. For your sanity you could talk more, but. You're smart and don't make me feel stupid for being. Ya know. Kinda stupid.

[nonvenomous]

[ Richard doesn’t answer; the breeze tugs at his jacket, and flecks soot away from the remnants of the joint at his side. He might be asleep. ]

We’re all stupid, [ he says, eventually, quietly, drowsily. ] It’s part of being mortal.

[sulahnan]

[ Athessa laughs softly, because there he goes doing exactly what she just said he does. ]

Wish more people saw things that way.

[nonvenomous]

[ Having retreated into thought (or one of a very few feelings), Richard keeps quiet. His breathing slows, and he jolts, starting half-awake, catching a glimpse of Athessa under his elbow, and settling in again. If she waits him out long enough, he’ll drift off and start to snore, right out there on the rampart. ]

[sulahnan]

[ She zones out long enough for him to fall asleep, and for a few minutes she doesn't make the very obvious connection between him and the sound of his snoring.

Veeeery carefully she slips off the ledge above him, reaching her leg over to step past his form onto the rampart. She'll tip toe for a few steps, then walk normally to the nearest stairwell.

When she returns maybe five minutes later, it's with a blanket to carefully drape over him. ]