Little bursts of grief rise and fall in their chest as the stories spin. What a pity it is, looking into how much was lost through Higher Beings' follies. What a privilege it is, grounded by a hold of a friend, having a chance to discover parts of those histories anyway.
They do have to get up eventually. At the very least, all the papers in easy reach--and there were more than a few--are read, and they don't want to try lifting them up with tendrils.
...They don't want to let go of his hand either, but they suppose that's necessary. Lemm had no objections to this hand-holding, and they're significantly pleased by it, paw grown comfortably warm by the grip.
This can be done again. They have time.
The Knight tugs free and sits up once more. Before Lemm can do the same, they reach out to pat his horn lightly, just once.
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They do have to get up eventually. At the very least, all the papers in easy reach--and there were more than a few--are read, and they don't want to try lifting them up with tendrils.
...They don't want to let go of his hand either, but they suppose that's necessary. Lemm had no objections to this hand-holding, and they're significantly pleased by it, paw grown comfortably warm by the grip.
This can be done again. They have time.
The Knight tugs free and sits up once more. Before Lemm can do the same, they reach out to pat his horn lightly, just once.