Skellig shrugs a shoulder at her 'thanks'. "You have shared your nest. Your home," he corrects himself. "With me. It is just...what is done."
At some point he is close enough, and he makes a similar face at the bitter scent of the drink.
"That..."
(It triggers a flash of a memory in his mind, the feeling of the gritty texture of white pills as he grinds them between his back teeth, bitterness and acid on his tongue as he tries to swallow. One brown, two or three - or four, who's counting? - white, mix them together to dull the ache in his hands.)
Skellig visibly shudders and shakes his head, obviously still bothered. "I am sorry you have to drink that, I know it will help, but..." he makes a noise of disgust, and moves back towards the fire.
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At some point he is close enough, and he makes a similar face at the bitter scent of the drink.
"That..."
(It triggers a flash of a memory in his mind, the feeling of the gritty texture of white pills as he grinds them between his back teeth, bitterness and acid on his tongue as he tries to swallow. One brown, two or three - or four, who's counting? - white, mix them together to dull the ache in his hands.)
Skellig visibly shudders and shakes his head, obviously still bothered. "I am sorry you have to drink that, I know it will help, but..." he makes a noise of disgust, and moves back towards the fire.