// you can't keep a secret if it never was a secret to start —
“Not so far, being abandoned and all that.” He admits with a small wince, before shrugging a shoulder. “But you’re walkin’ inspiration to try at the very least?” He flashes that very same grin – because he certainly was a Frey follower, but he’d never had the need to go, not knowing where to start to ask for something – if he even was allowed such endeavors in the first place.
As for the healing option – he listens, having not quite realized he could utilize it that way. It was more for himself, something he doesn’t shy away from mentioning to her. “The healin’s more for me, but I didn’t consider exhaustion to be something you could heal.” He seems contemplative for a moment, before settling in, certainly committing it to memory.
He nods once more as more information is laid out and he chuckles a deep sultry sound as he leans back a little. “I feel like I should’ve brought a notepad an’ a quill.” He says softly, not upset with all the information in the slightest, but more so worrying about forgetting. “Well, it’s more’ve a manipulating air situation.” So saying, he focuses and concentrates, as a wisp of wind from the bar around them picks up a few pieces of Hotaru’s hair in a light breeze, to which he flashes a bright grin back her way.
As for the healing option – he listens, having not quite realized he could utilize it that way. It was more for himself, something he doesn’t shy away from mentioning to her. “The healin’s more for me, but I didn’t consider exhaustion to be something you could heal.” He seems contemplative for a moment, before settling in, certainly committing it to memory.
He nods once more as more information is laid out and he chuckles a deep sultry sound as he leans back a little. “I feel like I should’ve brought a notepad an’ a quill.” He says softly, not upset with all the information in the slightest, but more so worrying about forgetting. “Well, it’s more’ve a manipulating air situation.” So saying, he focuses and concentrates, as a wisp of wind from the bar around them picks up a few pieces of Hotaru’s hair in a light breeze, to which he flashes a bright grin back her way.
thorn
— at least pretend you didn't wanna get caught,
we're concentrating on falling apart //
we're concentrating on falling apart //
