As they exchange their farewells, Skellig allows a hint of his Light to bleed off into each of their energies - it isn't much and won't last forever, but it is a subtle boost that will aid them in getting through the coming days and weeks when a hint of extra help is needed.
It isn't as if the 'talking moggy' has the ability to settle up their tab with the bar (though he wonders if the mere presence of her on his shoulder would be enough to blow all their minds if she spoke) so Skellig handles that himself, returning from the counter with a small bottle of ouzo (and a bottle of wine for her) in tow.
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Date: 2024-09-14 04:25 pm (UTC)It isn't as if the 'talking moggy' has the ability to settle up their tab with the bar (though he wonders if the mere presence of her on his shoulder would be enough to blow all their minds if she spoke) so Skellig handles that himself, returning from the counter with a small bottle of ouzo (and a bottle of wine for her) in tow.
"Shall we take our leave, Moggy?"