[recalling his conversation with Melqal and comparing it to the conversations of his people to Dohalim, he wonders if the young man actually knows how deeply they care. how much more his life means, even if he doesn't believe he's worth that...
at least, in the end, they quiet down and follow him easily. Morax keeps pace as he had before, close enough to be reassuring to both Dohalim and himself (or, you know, just himself, surely) without being so close as to make his guards too nervous. if anything, his pace only pauses briefly when they reach Viscint, when golden eyes turn to observe as the people of the city go about their lives.
it's a pleasant feeling, warm in the chest, both at the comfort of it and the sight of Dahnans and Renans in relative peace with one another. there's so much left to do, no doubt, but it's not... really something that can be fixed in one generation, is it? still, it's worth it to start somewhere. and more still, it might yet give Dohalim more of a sense of himself.
he pauses then when Dohalim leans over to him, swallowing the urge to lean in closer to the different-but-familiar sensation. his own is soft in turn, almost deferent now that he's woken up more.]
It would... and I am unsure what cuisine is like, to be honest. I've no taste aversions. [a beat, and then he exhales a sigh and glances down the street for a moment.] ... Although, I don't do well with the sight of seafood, particularly anything with... tentacles.
[an odd aversion, but you know, at least he's honest?]
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at least, in the end, they quiet down and follow him easily. Morax keeps pace as he had before, close enough to be reassuring to both Dohalim and himself (or, you know, just himself, surely) without being so close as to make his guards too nervous. if anything, his pace only pauses briefly when they reach Viscint, when golden eyes turn to observe as the people of the city go about their lives.
it's a pleasant feeling, warm in the chest, both at the comfort of it and the sight of Dahnans and Renans in relative peace with one another. there's so much left to do, no doubt, but it's not... really something that can be fixed in one generation, is it? still, it's worth it to start somewhere. and more still, it might yet give Dohalim more of a sense of himself.
he pauses then when Dohalim leans over to him, swallowing the urge to lean in closer to the different-but-familiar sensation. his own is soft in turn, almost deferent now that he's woken up more.]
It would... and I am unsure what cuisine is like, to be honest. I've no taste aversions. [a beat, and then he exhales a sigh and glances down the street for a moment.] ... Although, I don't do well with the sight of seafood, particularly anything with... tentacles.
[an odd aversion, but you know, at least he's honest?]