Without having the urgent need to hunt for prey, Skellig allows his senses to focus on other things as they make the journey back from the island towards the mainland, then following along the river. They are still high enough that no human eyes could gaze upon them, and he relishes in the stillness, taking in the view.
(At one point, he might even fall asleep, warmed by the sun and kept safe in the 'bubble' she has created to ensure he does not get cold, does not run out of oxygen, is not hit by fierce winds as she glides through the air. Though he would never admit to it outright.)
Once they have landed far from the outskirts of the village, he offers her back her kilt, his own in place prior to starting their trip home.
"I should be able to keep any prying eyes from us easily enough," he says as they begin to walk, taking her hand in his. "I could go to fetch Taweret, if you would like to speak with her once we return?"
(He would keep his presence discreet, of course. He realizes there is still grief within the walls, and there could be fresh rumors, though he truly hopes not.)
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Date: 2024-04-12 03:06 am (UTC)(At one point, he might even fall asleep, warmed by the sun and kept safe in the 'bubble' she has created to ensure he does not get cold, does not run out of oxygen, is not hit by fierce winds as she glides through the air. Though he would never admit to it outright.)
Once they have landed far from the outskirts of the village, he offers her back her kilt, his own in place prior to starting their trip home.
"I should be able to keep any prying eyes from us easily enough," he says as they begin to walk, taking her hand in his. "I could go to fetch Taweret, if you would like to speak with her once we return?"
(He would keep his presence discreet, of course. He realizes there is still grief within the walls, and there could be fresh rumors, though he truly hopes not.)