"Well, she's my best friend. So kinda," Tal admitted proudly. "She's pretty fierce when it comes t'protectin' what's hers. She's been through a lot, an' lost a lot, so she doesn't trust easily." He gave a little one-shoulder shrug with the arm that wasn't wrapped around Sohalia. "Y'gotta have more'n good intentions t'get her on your side. Somethin' concrete should go a long way, though." He hoped. Maybe he could put in a good word for Soh the next time he was home...?
He eased his arm off her shoulders as they started puttering with their lanterns again, but stayed leaning lightly against her in a companionable sharing of warmth and support while they worked. He was trying to jimmy a frozen hinge loose while he listened, and the tip of his tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrated intently on the two tasks. "Um," he offered, with all of the political acumen at his disposal. "That does sound... pretty tricky." With a soft aha he popped the hinge loose and was finally able to open the lantern's swinging door to access the inside of it. "Can't help Caido if y'can't help yourself first though, right? I mean, Torchline seems pretty laid back. What if y'just, I dunno, told 'em what's goin' through your head an' ask for a rain check on th'trade?" Nose wrinkling, he nudged at the bent candle holder inside the protective glass with a calloused finger. "How th'hail...?" he muttered under his breath before reaching for Soh's pliers.
He eased his arm off her shoulders as they started puttering with their lanterns again, but stayed leaning lightly against her in a companionable sharing of warmth and support while they worked. He was trying to jimmy a frozen hinge loose while he listened, and the tip of his tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrated intently on the two tasks. "Um," he offered, with all of the political acumen at his disposal. "That does sound... pretty tricky." With a soft aha he popped the hinge loose and was finally able to open the lantern's swinging door to access the inside of it. "Can't help Caido if y'can't help yourself first though, right? I mean, Torchline seems pretty laid back. What if y'just, I dunno, told 'em what's goin' through your head an' ask for a rain check on th'trade?" Nose wrinkling, he nudged at the bent candle holder inside the protective glass with a calloused finger. "How th'hail...?" he muttered under his breath before reaching for Soh's pliers.
