It feels like a hard lump has lodged in his throat. He swallows, gripping Hythlodaeus' hand in return.
"And I, you," he admits. "It has been far longer than a week for me, as you know. I... I still cannot quite believe you are here. I had resigned myself to dying alone with naught but a fading memory of who we once were entrusted to the mortals who washed up with us here."
Turning his face inwards, he breathes deep of his friend's scent. Old yet nostalgic, with a hint of modern soap thanks to the amenities here. Scent is difficult to forget. "There is much and more we have to speak about," he continues in a more muted tone. "Though I am more than willing to forge a bond with you, shall we continue these 'dates' in the meantime and reacquaint ourselves?"
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"And I, you," he admits. "It has been far longer than a week for me, as you know. I... I still cannot quite believe you are here. I had resigned myself to dying alone with naught but a fading memory of who we once were entrusted to the mortals who washed up with us here."
Turning his face inwards, he breathes deep of his friend's scent. Old yet nostalgic, with a hint of modern soap thanks to the amenities here. Scent is difficult to forget. "There is much and more we have to speak about," he continues in a more muted tone. "Though I am more than willing to forge a bond with you, shall we continue these 'dates' in the meantime and reacquaint ourselves?"