Skellig quickly snaps his fingers together and coaxes a bit of flame to his fingertips - this is a skill that he can only sometimes manage, one that brings back an echo (of orange and black stripes, fur?) to his mind that he is unsure of the origin, but soon enough the driftwood is burning, and his 'dinner' is cooking.
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Date: 2024-04-06 03:06 am (UTC)"You should rest."
At her glance, he rolls his eyes slightly.
"I will sleep once I have eaten."