[Viktor navigates the Arcanis the way he navigates everything else that's marginally precarious to him--slowly, carefully, and with gratuitous use of railings and handholds, if available. Kyle is patient, which he appreciates, and Viktor does not reject additional assistance, should he offer it in the form of a hand at the small of his back, meant to steady him as they climb up to the deck.
It's not as impressive a sight as the Dimming, but there are still lights dancing out on the water and the summer breeze is pleasant, much more than the winter chill that had afflicted him last time. He settles into his chair, leaning out to get a look over the side of the boat while they wait for their orders to arrive.
Even post-illness, Viktor doesn't have much of an appetite, but he does have some kind of chilled summer soup in front of him, and he is eyeing the dessert. The assertion that he wouldn't like what looks to be a candied flower only makes him want to eat one out of spite, but Kyle does prompt him to take a closer look before he does so.]
Why would they put it here if you can't eat it? [He sounds thoroughly disappointed.] A waste.
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It's not as impressive a sight as the Dimming, but there are still lights dancing out on the water and the summer breeze is pleasant, much more than the winter chill that had afflicted him last time. He settles into his chair, leaning out to get a look over the side of the boat while they wait for their orders to arrive.
Even post-illness, Viktor doesn't have much of an appetite, but he does have some kind of chilled summer soup in front of him, and he is eyeing the dessert. The assertion that he wouldn't like what looks to be a candied flower only makes him want to eat one out of spite, but Kyle does prompt him to take a closer look before he does so.]
Why would they put it here if you can't eat it? [He sounds thoroughly disappointed.] A waste.