[ it's nigh impossible to miss the way torth's hold on him tightens, especially since it brings with it a wave of pain that ends with something vaguely like nausea settling in eseld's gut. eseld, for the post part, grandly ignores it, because ultimately he did this for a purpose, and he's more than capable of reaping the consequences on his own.
especially since there's a part of him who can palpably feel the way torth's pulse seems to jump at the thought. agitation and uncertainty all rolled into one-- if he were the caring type, perhaps he'd feel guilt at making such an upstanding man so wrought with guilt and indecision.
but there's that aforementioned defect in his personality surfacing once again. eseld huffs. ]
Oh, come now. You were the one worrying over our health but a scant few minutes ago. There must be some kind of priority in your mind. A decisive plan in contingency for a disaster, as it were.
Is it Ser Fable, whose prickly exterior has developed a bit of a soft spot for you? Is it Magister Ouyang, whose eccentricity belies his fragility?
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especially since there's a part of him who can palpably feel the way torth's pulse seems to jump at the thought. agitation and uncertainty all rolled into one-- if he were the caring type, perhaps he'd feel guilt at making such an upstanding man so wrought with guilt and indecision.
but there's that aforementioned defect in his personality surfacing once again. eseld huffs. ]
Oh, come now. You were the one worrying over our health but a scant few minutes ago. There must be some kind of priority in your mind. A decisive plan in contingency for a disaster, as it were.
Is it Ser Fable, whose prickly exterior has developed a bit of a soft spot for you? Is it Magister Ouyang, whose eccentricity belies his fragility?
Or would it be myself?