For what it's worth, Hythlodaeus does not seem in the mood to rush. He sits down on the edge of the bed, looking out the window as well.
"'Tis a fine morning, but a little chilly. You'll need to wrap up... or would your newfound love for me keep you warm?" Hythlodaeus adds with a shite-eating grin. Some things just do not change.
but like, in sap or with a shovel?
"'Tis a fine morning, but a little chilly. You'll need to wrap up... or would your newfound love for me keep you warm?" Hythlodaeus adds with a shite-eating grin. Some things just do not change.