[ He watches her for a moment, careful to make sure that she isn't too upset. When it seems as though she's more embarrassed than anything else, he relaxes, some of the tension easing from him.
His hands drop away though he's loathe to surrender the warmth from the touch, settling his hands on his hips and clearing his throat, which is slightly sore from yelling for so long.
He tilts his head when she says his name. ]
Something the matter?
[ Unable to help himself, he squints at the space above them as if disbelieving that the sprites would wander off so easily. ]
It really is a rather cheap trope though. I wonder if they're worried about the birth rate in Stygia?
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His hands drop away though he's loathe to surrender the warmth from the touch, settling his hands on his hips and clearing his throat, which is slightly sore from yelling for so long.
He tilts his head when she says his name. ]
Something the matter?
[ Unable to help himself, he squints at the space above them as if disbelieving that the sprites would wander off so easily. ]
It really is a rather cheap trope though. I wonder if they're worried about the birth rate in Stygia?
[ A joke, since they can't procreate... ]