( Thancred's brow furrows, his head cants, and Urianger has little offer him in explanation beyond a vaguely abashed smile. He shakes his head minutely as he recovers himself, straightening his posture a little: )
Thy concern is unnecessary. All is well, and no offence caused.
( Fortunately he has a very believable lie set up and ready to go, much as he regrets having to shroud himself in light deception again. )
'Tis the pain in my leg β an unfortuate side-effect of such exertion. 'Twould be prudent for me to listen to mine aches, lest I suffer on the morrow.
( It doesn't quite follow on naturally from his comment about their dance being a flight of fancy, but it'll have to do. Urianger reaches out to give Thancred's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, thinks better of himself half-way there, and instead touches his hand to his own breast in a gesture of sincerity. )
no subject
( Thancred's brow furrows, his head cants, and Urianger has little offer him in explanation beyond a vaguely abashed smile. He shakes his head minutely as he recovers himself, straightening his posture a little: )
Thy concern is unnecessary. All is well, and no offence caused.
( Fortunately he has a very believable lie set up and ready to go, much as he regrets having to shroud himself in light deception again. )
'Tis the pain in my leg β an unfortuate side-effect of such exertion. 'Twould be prudent for me to listen to mine aches, lest I suffer on the morrow.
( It doesn't quite follow on naturally from his comment about their dance being a flight of fancy, but it'll have to do. Urianger reaches out to give Thancred's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, thinks better of himself half-way there, and instead touches his hand to his own breast in a gesture of sincerity. )
Dost thou not agree?