[ Pathetic is not his goal, but look, let him indulge in like, 2 seconds of self-pity. (Maybe ten.) He doesn't really wanna admit it sort of sucks not knowing what he's doing anymore, but y'know, here they are.
Eventually, he sits up. A flicker of surprise crosses his face before his brows smooth out. He waves Hilda off, though for once, it's neither dismissive nor meant to be rude. ]
Nah. You keep it. [ He's fine. What're they gonna do, kick him out for one of their damn lizards stealing his shit? If anything, these little Fey guys owe him now. There's a long pause, and then a (somewhat grudging): ] Thanks, though.
[ He guesses. Ugh. Tonight's gettin' weird. Why is she being nice to him? Why is he being nice to her? ]
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Eventually, he sits up. A flicker of surprise crosses his face before his brows smooth out. He waves Hilda off, though for once, it's neither dismissive nor meant to be rude. ]
Nah. You keep it. [ He's fine. What're they gonna do, kick him out for one of their damn lizards stealing his shit? If anything, these little Fey guys owe him now. There's a long pause, and then a (somewhat grudging): ] Thanks, though.
[ He guesses. Ugh. Tonight's gettin' weird. Why is she being nice to him? Why is he being nice to her? ]