[there's no attempt at moving, even as he confirms Dohalim's thoughts. after all, it really doesn't matter, does it?]
You're Elde Menancia's precious Lord, Dohalim. Of course it would be alright. I doubt any of them would be happy if you worked yourself sick... let alone my own disappointment at the very idea of such.
[his fingers knead at weary muscles just where they're settled, not entirely intending to change his mind but just because he's comfortable enough that it feels right to do. getting him back to his room sooner than later would be best, too.]
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[there's no attempt at moving, even as he confirms Dohalim's thoughts. after all, it really doesn't matter, does it?]
You're Elde Menancia's precious Lord, Dohalim. Of course it would be alright. I doubt any of them would be happy if you worked yourself sick... let alone my own disappointment at the very idea of such.
[his fingers knead at weary muscles just where they're settled, not entirely intending to change his mind but just because he's comfortable enough that it feels right to do. getting him back to his room sooner than later would be best, too.]