[ With a short nod he starts to lead them into the castle, toward the Summoned wing. The halls on the way are quiet, more so than usual, though there's a distinct tension in the air, a harried look from anyone bearing the Crown's crest. He wonders how the new King will take this defeat, compared to his niece.
The baths are empty - there are fewer Summoned than ever in Thorne, and it's an odd time to be bathing besides. Kahlil isn't shy about getting naked in front of another man, even an attractive one. He strips out of his blood-stained clothes, washing some of it off his face and hair before sliding into the water. ]
This is how we first met, isn't it? [ he remembers, a gently teasing lilt to his voice. Kahlil picks up on the way Dion cradles his arm, remembering their time in the Nether's strange pools and how it had been bandaged back then. A permanent wound, Dion had called it, one he had acquired before his Summoning - they had only just met and Dion hadn't seemed keen on speaking about it. Maybe with this invitation, he'll ask again. ]
jumping forward a bit
The baths are empty - there are fewer Summoned than ever in Thorne, and it's an odd time to be bathing besides. Kahlil isn't shy about getting naked in front of another man, even an attractive one. He strips out of his blood-stained clothes, washing some of it off his face and hair before sliding into the water. ]
This is how we first met, isn't it? [ he remembers, a gently teasing lilt to his voice. Kahlil picks up on the way Dion cradles his arm, remembering their time in the Nether's strange pools and how it had been bandaged back then. A permanent wound, Dion had called it, one he had acquired before his Summoning - they had only just met and Dion hadn't seemed keen on speaking about it. Maybe with this invitation, he'll ask again. ]