* 𝙡𝙖𝙚'𝙯𝙚𝙡 !

it’s so hot, so hard to breathe, there’s no solace for my heart.

trying to brush up on her sword forms at camp. it's not her weapon of choice, but she likes to be prepared for anything. the minutiae of the techniques are lost on her, yet her pride won't allow her to ask for help - so here she is, making little progress.

most unfortunate . would she like to talk about them ?

( seeing Lae'zel all worked up does have some entertainment value, evident in the grin creeping onto the cleric's lips. ) i love our chats Lae'zel. so. . . stimulating. when you've calmed down, you can come and apologise to me. i'll be waiting.

underneath lae'zel's tough exterior . . . several layers underneath . . . deep, deep down - i know there beats a soft heart.

not even a smidge ? ( holding up his fingers in a pinching gesture, a tiny gap between the pads. )

you compare an impenetrable pod to a wooden trap meant for animals. it's no wonder you were caught by it.

so it's my mistake for looking at you? it won't happen again, if i'm lucky. all this big talk from the one we found trapped in a cage. ( a pointed scoff. ) freeing you was a mistake.

i merely reciprocated that disgusting look on your face. try such a thing, and you'll only embarrass yourself.

well, yes, your disposition is notably . . . more muted than my own and, pondering on it, more than many others at this camp. but i had just considered that to be a part of your character. if it should suit you, i shall make a note of it somewhere : "be less pleased to see +

are you finished?

grating ? perhaps. but misplaced ? i don't see how !

ah, good afternoon, lae'zel !

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