That behind the shop is worse than the shop wouldn't have been a surprise if they'd speculated earlier. They absorb at it all with mild bemusement.
Considering him scavenger once had been mean as insult he'd never hear. Now, as they struggle for a few fuzzy moments to figure out what the crowbar was, they think...not so cruelly, that might've been right.
They suppose they will be staying there. They have no rush to be anywhere. They don't want to be elsewhere, or they know a part of them would continue to itch about whether or not Lemm decided to go break his word. Throw himself into pointless danger.
He wouldn't. He wouldn't have so easily before this, they know, they know. Unfortunately, the switch has been struck. They care for Lemm, they're sharply aware, and they can't pack it away just like that. It would be worse than the swirling misery that followed them for so long after Myla stopped singing. They hadn't shared anything with her but a few moments of friendly company.
This is for the Knight to deal with later.
They don't think they'll sleep. They shop's been through enough. They will rest, though. This is more comfortable than a bench. This...
...bed? It must be Lemm's bed.
He seems the type to be overly concerned about sharing that type of thing. (In the Wastelands, in the rare times they travelled with caravans, that sort of shame was quickly lost.)
They pick up the nearest pillow that seems extra soft and hold it out.
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Considering him scavenger once had been mean as insult he'd never hear. Now, as they struggle for a few fuzzy moments to figure out what the crowbar was, they think...not so cruelly, that might've been right.
They suppose they will be staying there. They have no rush to be anywhere. They don't want to be elsewhere, or they know a part of them would continue to itch about whether or not Lemm decided to go break his word. Throw himself into pointless danger.
He wouldn't. He wouldn't have so easily before this, they know, they know. Unfortunately, the switch has been struck. They care for Lemm, they're sharply aware, and they can't pack it away just like that. It would be worse than the swirling misery that followed them for so long after Myla stopped singing. They hadn't shared anything with her but a few moments of friendly company.
This is for the Knight to deal with later.
They don't think they'll sleep. They shop's been through enough. They will rest, though. This is more comfortable than a bench. This...
...bed? It must be Lemm's bed.
He seems the type to be overly concerned about sharing that type of thing. (In the Wastelands, in the rare times they travelled with caravans, that sort of shame was quickly lost.)
They pick up the nearest pillow that seems extra soft and hold it out.