( Steak, conversely, stays still, arms folded and brows knit together as he watches Red Wine. The sensations haven't passed, but in the fresh air and light, he finds it easier to look at them as the ridiculous nonsense they are. Just some manipulation of whatever magic was in that stone.
It's fine. He's fine. He's well past it now.
But hearing Red Wine say he didn't want to see it stirs something, has a leap of surprise bringing his heart into his throat for a moment.
He never expected Red Wine to watch. After all, there was a more important task handed over to that bastard. )
You didn't miss much.
( It was one more fight. Except unlike their usual fights, he died. That's all there is to it. )
no subject
It's fine. He's fine. He's well past it now.
But hearing Red Wine say he didn't want to see it stirs something, has a leap of surprise bringing his heart into his throat for a moment.
He never expected Red Wine to watch. After all, there was a more important task handed over to that bastard. )
You didn't miss much.
( It was one more fight. Except unlike their usual fights, he died. That's all there is to it. )