His brief feeling of frustration - he had gotten up to nine rocks, and was so close to ten - is washed away when she wakes and speaks to him. He smiles brightly, teeth flashing in the firelight.
"I have."
Then he sniffs the air, realizes his tenderloin is threatening to get slightly crisped on one edge, and hurriedly moves to pull it back from the fire. It has to cool a moment (but he'll still try to eat it while it's just a touch too hot) before he works on polishing it off.
"I brought the shells for you," he adds. "There is one that is near the color of your eyes."
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Date: 2024-04-06 04:29 am (UTC)"I have."
Then he sniffs the air, realizes his tenderloin is threatening to get slightly crisped on one edge, and hurriedly moves to pull it back from the fire. It has to cool a moment (but he'll still try to eat it while it's just a touch too hot) before he works on polishing it off.
"I brought the shells for you," he adds. "There is one that is near the color of your eyes."
Violet.