[ The temptation to ignore the flagon in favour of the jug is extraordinarily high. He resists, if only by virtue of the fact that reaching for it requires effort. Her touch is almost startling. Something inside him coils tight before he exhales, and tries not to overthink. Anything.
For awhile, he's quiet. He does not, usually, care how close to death people see him. Not like that. If there was a time where he was fussed about his pride over simply getting back on his feet, it was too long ago to remember. But the unrestrained concern for his wellbeing he's found here threatens to overwhelm him in a way he can't explain.
He keeps it to himself, making a wry, thoughtful sound instead. ] Used to be I only needed to worry about getting back to my horse.
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For awhile, he's quiet. He does not, usually, care how close to death people see him. Not like that. If there was a time where he was fussed about his pride over simply getting back on his feet, it was too long ago to remember. But the unrestrained concern for his wellbeing he's found here threatens to overwhelm him in a way he can't explain.
He keeps it to himself, making a wry, thoughtful sound instead. ] Used to be I only needed to worry about getting back to my horse.