"Windows? I dunno..." It was Tal's turn to stop and think, but he no longer scowled quite as much when he did it. His nose wrinkled and his brows furrowed, but he didn't look like he was trying to intimidate the question into submission. "They let out so much heat..." And then he stopped and smacked his forehead with a free hand, grin returning. "But I guess that doesn't matter as much in King's End, huh? We're gonna have to plan for a real Longheat now. An' we can always hang heavy curtains in Deepfrost t'keep the heat in. So... sure, let's do it!"
It was weird, not planning for a one-season year, and if he hadn't done so much traveling in recent years he couldn't have even imagined it. Even now it took effort, and he was grateful he had Alys to pick up where he struggled.
Just as he did for her. He caught the fear in her eyes and his hand dropped to hers, squeezing it gently around the pencil. "It's more'n okay," he assured her without hesitation. "I've gotten so used t'my gear, I'd feel like I was walkin' around naked in th'Refuge. I'd learn to live with it, if y'needed me to, but I'd rather build outside it. We'll be close enough t'retreat to it if there's no other choice," he added pragmatically.
"An' speakin' o' gear, have y'thought about askin' one o' th'gods for anythin'? My offer still stands." To come with her and lend his luck and moral support to a prayer if she still wanted it.
It was weird, not planning for a one-season year, and if he hadn't done so much traveling in recent years he couldn't have even imagined it. Even now it took effort, and he was grateful he had Alys to pick up where he struggled.
Just as he did for her. He caught the fear in her eyes and his hand dropped to hers, squeezing it gently around the pencil. "It's more'n okay," he assured her without hesitation. "I've gotten so used t'my gear, I'd feel like I was walkin' around naked in th'Refuge. I'd learn to live with it, if y'needed me to, but I'd rather build outside it. We'll be close enough t'retreat to it if there's no other choice," he added pragmatically.
"An' speakin' o' gear, have y'thought about askin' one o' th'gods for anythin'? My offer still stands." To come with her and lend his luck and moral support to a prayer if she still wanted it.
