[ The perpetually dour look he wears isn't much alleviated. He does allow her to lead him to the tent at least - the faux Amaurot fades away behind them - but he looks incredibly out of place amongst the childish yet homely surrounds. It is childish, and he tells her as much as he reluctantly takes the plush toy she holds out for him.
If nothing else, he can admit that the toys are well-made.
He doesn't really want to sit either but if he towered over before while upright then he certainly towers over her now while she's sitting down. So he lowers himself to the floor and sits cross-legged amongst the cushions. ]
I try not to sleep. There are dreams I would like to see as little as possible of.
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If nothing else, he can admit that the toys are well-made.
He doesn't really want to sit either but if he towered over before while upright then he certainly towers over her now while she's sitting down. So he lowers himself to the floor and sits cross-legged amongst the cushions. ]
I try not to sleep. There are dreams I would like to see as little as possible of.