Urianger, on the other hand, never quite managed to adjust to the sub-zero temperatures of Garlemald. When it became apparent that his Il Mheg garb wouldn't suffice he did at least invest in a warmer robe, but at times he found himself wondering why he even bothered at all. Deep winter and Urianger simply don't get along, and so he's visibly relieved when Thancred unfolds the blanket and offers him half.
"Thou art most kind," he replies with a little snort (affectionate, of course), before lifting his gaze to the landscape around them. Thancred is right: it evokes the carriage trip he'd taken around the Dimming when Thorne had been bright with mid-winter activities, although instead of mulled wine and conversation this time it's ...
Well. This.
Urianger's mind wanders back to the island, his work with Istredd, the investigation that he undertook with Thancred and Himeka β at which point a little warmth flushes into his ears as he folds his hands atop his lap.
"... There is something I had hoped to discuss with thee," he begins, forcing his golden-eyed gaze to lift from his lap to settle on Thancred. There's a steadiness there; one that had wavered slightly when they had returned to the island. "Mayhap 'twould be more truthful to say that I owe thee an apology. I was ... unkind to thee, during our journey with Himeka, and I suspect that it was not the first occasion. I wish to apologise for my behaviour, Thancred; thou deservest naught but kindness."
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Urianger, on the other hand, never quite managed to adjust to the sub-zero temperatures of Garlemald. When it became apparent that his Il Mheg garb wouldn't suffice he did at least invest in a warmer robe, but at times he found himself wondering why he even bothered at all. Deep winter and Urianger simply don't get along, and so he's visibly relieved when Thancred unfolds the blanket and offers him half.
"Thou art most kind," he replies with a little snort (affectionate, of course), before lifting his gaze to the landscape around them. Thancred is right: it evokes the carriage trip he'd taken around the Dimming when Thorne had been bright with mid-winter activities, although instead of mulled wine and conversation this time it's ...
Well. This.
Urianger's mind wanders back to the island, his work with Istredd, the investigation that he undertook with Thancred and Himeka β at which point a little warmth flushes into his ears as he folds his hands atop his lap.
"... There is something I had hoped to discuss with thee," he begins, forcing his golden-eyed gaze to lift from his lap to settle on Thancred. There's a steadiness there; one that had wavered slightly when they had returned to the island. "Mayhap 'twould be more truthful to say that I owe thee an apology. I was ... unkind to thee, during our journey with Himeka, and I suspect that it was not the first occasion. I wish to apologise for my behaviour, Thancred; thou deservest naught but kindness."