Just smile and be happy.
Zavien is relieved to hear that Hawthorn wasn't too overwhelmed by Erica. With a pure smile at the motherly comparison, he says with pretend exasperation, "Yeah... she has a tendency to do that." After his mom passed, she'd practically dragged him to her shop every night, force feeding him until he felt like a walking pinata. Not that he blames her. He was a scrawny kid who'd just lost his only source of meals and maternal guidance. Erica stepped in and he never looked back.
The festivities have a dreamy hue that draws his attention, but Hawthorn bumping into him keeps his focus on their ultimate objective. He can't blame the man for having difficulty walking and he speaks only the truth about gaining weight. Erica would be proud to hear that her commands were being taken seriously. Chuckling at Hawthorn's pleading expression, he wraps his arm around the man's shoulders. "How could I say no to that face? Let's get out of this crowded street and pass out." Guiding him along the edge of the plaza, they approach the glittering outside of his house in a few short minutes.
He opens the door and beckons Hawthorn inside. "Please, make yourself at home!" The humble living room contains a pair of chairs around a fireplace that Zavien promptly lights to a low burn. A slow drip sounds from the corner into a bucket as the soft crackles of the fire start. Pointing to the only other door, he says, "The bedroom is through here." Stepping inside, he piles a few extra blankets onto the modest bed and pulls off his boots in preparation for sleep. Suddenly plagued by exhaustion, he yawns loudly, laughing at the end. "Let's get to bed before I fall asleep standing up." Giving Hawthorn a smile, he flops down.
The festivities have a dreamy hue that draws his attention, but Hawthorn bumping into him keeps his focus on their ultimate objective. He can't blame the man for having difficulty walking and he speaks only the truth about gaining weight. Erica would be proud to hear that her commands were being taken seriously. Chuckling at Hawthorn's pleading expression, he wraps his arm around the man's shoulders. "How could I say no to that face? Let's get out of this crowded street and pass out." Guiding him along the edge of the plaza, they approach the glittering outside of his house in a few short minutes.
He opens the door and beckons Hawthorn inside. "Please, make yourself at home!" The humble living room contains a pair of chairs around a fireplace that Zavien promptly lights to a low burn. A slow drip sounds from the corner into a bucket as the soft crackles of the fire start. Pointing to the only other door, he says, "The bedroom is through here." Stepping inside, he piles a few extra blankets onto the modest bed and pulls off his boots in preparation for sleep. Suddenly plagued by exhaustion, he yawns loudly, laughing at the end. "Let's get to bed before I fall asleep standing up." Giving Hawthorn a smile, he flops down.
Zavien
