The feelings are quite raw and fresh, which gives Skellig pause briefly as he takes Ajax's forearm in greeting. There is a crushing weight upon his chest, a breath that catches in his lungs, a faint surge of pain and panic that makes the hairs in the back of his neck stand up. Kreyu will sense his reaction, certainly, and Koschei might...
"Dinner," he stammers after a moment. "Your rooms would serve us well."
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Date: 2024-12-22 03:17 am (UTC)"Dinner," he stammers after a moment. "Your rooms would serve us well."