Are
He reared a touch at her display of what could only be proper grief, sadness but for what Are wasn't sure. He barely understood his own feelings past a few words of wisdom he'd snatched up, how could he be expected to understand what someone so radically different to himself was experiencing. A polar opposite, but also an absolute reflection of himself; a stranger lost in a strange land, with nothing but a pocket full of disjointed memories and a scent of what used to be, quickly fading with every new breath.
Still he nodded. "Nothing is still something." he said and looked up. To make the best from what one has. "A blank slate. A chance to begin again. You can make it mean whatever you want, Melinoë. With no wife or workbench to call your name, who's telling your story but you?" Are tried smiling, instilling what little positivity he could in the situation, for when there was nothing left, only hope remained, and Gods be damned if that would ever leave him.
"I wish I could give you a cause, answers, and a direction but whatever the stars and sun tell you, but what I can give is advice, as regurgitated as it is." he smacked his suddenly dry lips and leaned back a touch, leather creaking with his shifting. "My father, a very wise man, once said that when we have nothing we make our own fortune. Now I'm not nearly clever enough to see all the facets in that and it might lose some of it's meaning when it's not in the old tongue, but there's something there if you look hard enough."
Still he nodded. "Nothing is still something." he said and looked up. To make the best from what one has. "A blank slate. A chance to begin again. You can make it mean whatever you want, Melinoë. With no wife or workbench to call your name, who's telling your story but you?" Are tried smiling, instilling what little positivity he could in the situation, for when there was nothing left, only hope remained, and Gods be damned if that would ever leave him.
"I wish I could give you a cause, answers, and a direction but whatever the stars and sun tell you, but what I can give is advice, as regurgitated as it is." he smacked his suddenly dry lips and leaned back a touch, leather creaking with his shifting. "My father, a very wise man, once said that when we have nothing we make our own fortune. Now I'm not nearly clever enough to see all the facets in that and it might lose some of it's meaning when it's not in the old tongue, but there's something there if you look hard enough."
