[Next stop, Wind-Up Ardbert. And that's not an explanation, but okay. It feels like powerful effort to draw her fingers away from the tile and shape them around the mug, but G'raha wants her to do it and he coaxes her so tenderly that she knows she's got to be good and try.
She's not fool enough to try drinking out of a mug while lying down, luckily; she props herself up enough that she's slightly upright, bringing the lip of the mug shakily to her mouth and tipping a bit in. It's not quite cold yet, with the ice not having had a proper chance to do its work, but that doesn't matter. The relief is more psychosomatic than tangible, anyway.]
Oh, that must be the little bard. Mystel doesn't like to climb. [She pauses, then offers for Ezar's benefit.] There are three. You've met two.
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Next stop, Wind-Up Ardbert.And that's not an explanation, but okay. It feels like powerful effort to draw her fingers away from the tile and shape them around the mug, but G'raha wants her to do it and he coaxes her so tenderly that she knows she's got to be good and try.She's not fool enough to try drinking out of a mug while lying down, luckily; she props herself up enough that she's slightly upright, bringing the lip of the mug shakily to her mouth and tipping a bit in. It's not quite cold yet, with the ice not having had a proper chance to do its work, but that doesn't matter. The relief is more psychosomatic than tangible, anyway.]
Oh, that must be the little bard. Mystel doesn't like to climb. [She pauses, then offers for Ezar's benefit.] There are three. You've met two.
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