[ There's a moment of hesitation, a hint of worry— but they wouldn't let him out if he was still carrying the danger of Cwyld, and so he gives in. Putting his arms around her and clutching her close, settling into the relief of seeing (and feeling across the Bond) each other again... ]
It's been rough month— but here we are, reunited again.
[ When she feels his arms wrap around her, she pauses for a moment, but then she's wrapping just as tightly around him, arms wound about his waist as she tips her head back to peer up at him again. ]
[ She gives him a teary smile, but rubs at her stinging eyes with a hand for a moment. ]
I know you were. I'm grateful for it. I was just worried for you.
[ The effects she had seen that night when facing the cult had been terrible in entirely new ways. Familiar faces caught between varying levels of sickness, losing themselves to the Cwyld. That he'd fallen ill so soon after...
But she just gives him another squeeze, trying instead to focus on the part that he was healed and out, if still looking a little worse for wear. ]
Don't be sorry. I'm glad you're here now. Shall we go home?
｢ ooc: FYI he got cwylded earlier, before the big cwyld showdown ｣
[ Inside the Bright Wall, in the well-protected Aefenglom, it's sometimes easy to forget the disease that is eating away at the world. Maybe they needed that kind of reminder— that would give that awful month a resemblance of worth. ]
That's the plan. Take a stroll, get something out of one of the carts. [ Warm drinks, or snacks, should they be available ] —I heard there's a feast waiting for us already.
[ Cú tangles his finger into her, stroking her head soothingly. Another physical proof that they're reunited ]
[ She gives a soft laugh at that, leaning into that touch for a moment before taking a step back and giving him a tug towards the gate. ]
Then let's make good on your escape. Before they change their minds and decide to keep you longer, yes?
[ Shooting him a playful grin, she tugs him out into the warren of streets towards home. ] I'm not surprised. He's been fretting. Especially not being able to visit you. So no ruining your appetite on the way. But I did pass a cart selling hot cocoa on the way here that smelled delicious...
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It's been rough month— but here we are, reunited again.
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I wish I could have done more to help.
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He is grateful for the concern and focuses on letting that feeling flow ]
I was under good care— sorry for keeping you wait so long.
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I know you were. I'm grateful for it. I was just worried for you.
[ The effects she had seen that night when facing the cult had been terrible in entirely new ways. Familiar faces caught between varying levels of sickness, losing themselves to the Cwyld. That he'd fallen ill so soon after...
But she just gives him another squeeze, trying instead to focus on the part that he was healed and out, if still looking a little worse for wear. ]
Don't be sorry. I'm glad you're here now. Shall we go home?
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[ Inside the Bright Wall, in the well-protected Aefenglom, it's sometimes easy to forget the disease that is eating away at the world. Maybe they needed that kind of reminder— that would give that awful month a resemblance of worth. ]
That's the plan. Take a stroll, get something out of one of the carts. [ Warm drinks, or snacks, should they be available ] —I heard there's a feast waiting for us already.
[ Cú tangles his finger into her, stroking her head soothingly. Another physical proof that they're reunited ]
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Then let's make good on your escape. Before they change their minds and decide to keep you longer, yes?
[ Shooting him a playful grin, she tugs him out into the warren of streets towards home. ] I'm not surprised. He's been fretting. Especially not being able to visit you. So no ruining your appetite on the way. But I did pass a cart selling hot cocoa on the way here that smelled delicious...