and we'll forget this solemn day, we'll always be young again
“How sweet.” Varus comments quietly, flashing a small smile. “I imagine it might’ve been a lot of work to get him through the gods, anyway.” Shoulders rise and fall in a shrug before he’s squinting at Maeve curiously. “You seem like a Frey kinda girl.” Idle commentary while they make it to the Halenani and he helps her up to her room with them, prepared to place them while the chatter continues.
As for Isla waiting, he does manage a soft snort at this. “She’s good about it but she does know exactly where my sensors are and just how much I hate hearing them go off.” A crooked smile is sent Maeve’s way as he sets the paint cans down where she indicates, before he notices the pile of wood in the center of what appears to be a nursery. “What’s all this for?” He asks, rolling his shoulders before he cocks his head at the pile.
As for Isla waiting, he does manage a soft snort at this. “She’s good about it but she does know exactly where my sensors are and just how much I hate hearing them go off.” A crooked smile is sent Maeve’s way as he sets the paint cans down where she indicates, before he notices the pile of wood in the center of what appears to be a nursery. “What’s all this for?” He asks, rolling his shoulders before he cocks his head at the pile.
VARUS
