The Knight considers reassurance, but that could distract her from pulling thoughts together, so they refrain. Myla does that herself well enough.
"I've heard some are t-tall as the Peak," she says, sounding cheerfully skeptical. She interjects with little hums of consideration and agreement, sometimes offset from what Lemm has actually just said by several seconds.
Eventually, she can't keep herself present. Myla falls into sleep, and Godhome, where it's clearer to think. She splashes away to the edges to avoid just that.
The Knight, ever observing, immediately flutters over and shifts the blankets up around her. She doesn't need so much care now, but habits die hard, and Dirmouth can be chilly even with a little flaming godly child snuggled up to her shell.
They come right back to their seat after that's settled. She'll be asleep a while, and deeply. You won't need to be too quiet.
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"I've heard some are t-tall as the Peak," she says, sounding cheerfully skeptical. She interjects with little hums of consideration and agreement, sometimes offset from what Lemm has actually just said by several seconds.
Eventually, she can't keep herself present. Myla falls into sleep, and Godhome, where it's clearer to think. She splashes away to the edges to avoid just that.
The Knight, ever observing, immediately flutters over and shifts the blankets up around her. She doesn't need so much care now, but habits die hard, and Dirmouth can be chilly even with a little flaming godly child snuggled up to her shell.
They come right back to their seat after that's settled. She'll be asleep a while, and deeply. You won't need to be too quiet.