[ It seems he catches Rhy off guard. He starts slightly, looking over when he hears the familiar voice and catches Thancred waving to him. Rhy redirects from the bar to Thancred's table without hesitation.
He looks tired, face drawn and brows furrowed. The usual smile he'd offer doesn't appear. Instead, Rhy simply takes the offered seat, dropping into it heavily, as though his legs might have given way if he hadn't decided to sit exactly then. ]
no subject
He looks tired, face drawn and brows furrowed. The usual smile he'd offer doesn't appear. Instead, Rhy simply takes the offered seat, dropping into it heavily, as though his legs might have given way if he hadn't decided to sit exactly then. ]
Thanks.
Just a drink.
[ Or three. ]