They stay there for a little while, arms wrapped around where they can. (Maybe a few strands of Shade Wings around his wrist, gentle and thoughtless.)
It's...nice.
They count the bands of his shell, slowly tipping their head until they get look at his ruff, and once more wish they could sigh. Insult, hurt, betrayal, grief. They pull back.
Taking out their cloak floats across their mind, but that feels...too much work. And they don't want to drag it around. They'll need to leave the Tram eventually.
...Maybe sooner than eventually. There are bodies here. Hallownest's corpses are far too common, and they hadn't really considered it. They feel unsettled for Lemm, a little, and suddenly more like they're surrounded.
The Knight straightens up and pulls out their map on habit. They can...do something. Stare at it. Dirtmouth?
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Date: 2023-03-18 01:55 pm (UTC)It's...nice.
They count the bands of his shell, slowly tipping their head until they get look at his ruff, and once more wish they could sigh. Insult, hurt, betrayal, grief. They pull back.
Taking out their cloak floats across their mind, but that feels...too much work. And they don't want to drag it around. They'll need to leave the Tram eventually.
...Maybe sooner than eventually. There are bodies here. Hallownest's corpses are far too common, and they hadn't really considered it. They feel unsettled for Lemm, a little, and suddenly more like they're surrounded.
The Knight straightens up and pulls out their map on habit. They can...do something. Stare at it. Dirtmouth?