Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
"Wouldn't have pegged you for the sort who went for what sounded perdy over what was true." Morgen comments as he blows on a mouthful of stew, his eyes only briefly flickering up at Isla before returning to his bowl.
As she explains there's just the barest flicker of recognition on his face as he nods along in the appropriate places. "I can douse them coals if you like. Or we can swap places." Is all he says in response to who and what Isla must be given this particular timeline. At least now he won't take her rejection of his food personally if he did at all.
Leaning back on one hand with his bowl in his lap and his legs crossed at the ankles, Morgen looks properly at Isla for a moment. Not the way a man might look at women, but just as someone really looking. 'I'm sorry 'bout what happened to your people.' He says, sounding softly uncomfortable if only because of how vastly unhelpful his words were. "Ain't no one deserves to be told that they're wrong, much less start a war over'it."
As she explains there's just the barest flicker of recognition on his face as he nods along in the appropriate places. "I can douse them coals if you like. Or we can swap places." Is all he says in response to who and what Isla must be given this particular timeline. At least now he won't take her rejection of his food personally if he did at all.
Leaning back on one hand with his bowl in his lap and his legs crossed at the ankles, Morgen looks properly at Isla for a moment. Not the way a man might look at women, but just as someone really looking. 'I'm sorry 'bout what happened to your people.' He says, sounding softly uncomfortable if only because of how vastly unhelpful his words were. "Ain't no one deserves to be told that they're wrong, much less start a war over'it."
