amun
At Wessex's response, Amun looked at her a bit warily. ”For thirty years, give or take.” The words were soft and uncertain. When she continued on with something resembling a joke, he just shrugged, not really in a humorous mood. ”If I survive long enough to make it to Torchline, maybe.” Again, he was uncertain, but there was also a weird longing in his voice.
As she left and then returned with her own basket, he briefly dipped his glowing hand into first hers, then his. Then he dimmed it until it had faded completely, leaving plain skin behind. "That we have, what little good it will do us." Tucking his basket back under his arm, he glanced over at her. "If you don't need me for anything, I suppose I should be going." With that, he began to make his way out from his little hiding spot.
As she left and then returned with her own basket, he briefly dipped his glowing hand into first hers, then his. Then he dimmed it until it had faded completely, leaving plain skin behind. "That we have, what little good it will do us." Tucking his basket back under his arm, he glanced over at her. "If you don't need me for anything, I suppose I should be going." With that, he began to make his way out from his little hiding spot.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
