// we haven't won, and if we win, //
“I did not want to get wet.” The butcher replies as if it were nothing more than obvious why he’d waited until the last second and not just because he was curious what she would do when faced with it. He’d just managed to kill two birds with one stone. So, he makes his offer and twists on his heel, his boots leaving wet footprints behind as he walks along the edge of the springs, eyes peeled for any lilies as she mentions she’s here for the same.
Nodding, it isn’t until she’s at his side and her question reaches him that he glances back at her, spotting the scrutiny in her blue gaze. “I went and saw Dygra then figured I would take a pass through here.” He admits honestly, before his smile softens a touch as he glances back toward the springs. “I have a quest to help alleviate my night terrors.” He murmurs, keeping his gaze away from her as he offers that tidbit of information – a reason, perhaps, why he would seem so stressed out in spite of being in a space that nearly seemed designed to help it.
Nodding, it isn’t until she’s at his side and her question reaches him that he glances back at her, spotting the scrutiny in her blue gaze. “I went and saw Dygra then figured I would take a pass through here.” He admits honestly, before his smile softens a touch as he glances back toward the springs. “I have a quest to help alleviate my night terrors.” He murmurs, keeping his gaze away from her as he offers that tidbit of information – a reason, perhaps, why he would seem so stressed out in spite of being in a space that nearly seemed designed to help it.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
