'Noooooo,' Frey sings in a musical whisper. "Thank you." Their arms come to wrap around the Flood, tugging him close. They hold him in a way that is meant to carry his burdens, if only for a short while, that he might relax.
"Your love for him will never be replaced, even as time moves on." They whisper softly. "No matter what you do or don't do, the time you spent together will always remain." Not normally one to coddle and dwell on the past, Frey is not ignorant of the heartache that their chosen is facing.
"You have had many roles in your time here.." They continue, straightening somewhat. "Have you considered what you might do next? The brothel in Torchline could use an extra set of hands, or perhaps you would be more inclined to start something out here...?"
"Your love for him will never be replaced, even as time moves on." They whisper softly. "No matter what you do or don't do, the time you spent together will always remain." Not normally one to coddle and dwell on the past, Frey is not ignorant of the heartache that their chosen is facing.
"You have had many roles in your time here.." They continue, straightening somewhat. "Have you considered what you might do next? The brothel in Torchline could use an extra set of hands, or perhaps you would be more inclined to start something out here...?"
