[Eskel closes the door behind her. An eyebrow quirked briefly, impressed at her composure. She seems considerate enough – as far as his senses can tell, she’s being sincere. He steps into view, without blocking her way to the fire. That’s quite the dress she’s wearing, and headgear, too. A crown, perhaps? His eyes linger on it for a moment.]
[Though his speech is still terse, he’s sincere in his tone in turn.] It’s fine. Not exactly busy, anyway. [That cape of hers has already made a puddle beneath her. Eskel indicates to the cape, implying she can take it off and set it aside somewhere to help dry off/warm up some.] Get comfortable. We’ll probably be here a while.
[He starts making his way back to the bucket fire, waiting for her there.]
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[Though his speech is still terse, he’s sincere in his tone in turn.] It’s fine. Not exactly busy, anyway. [That cape of hers has already made a puddle beneath her. Eskel indicates to the cape, implying she can take it off and set it aside somewhere to help dry off/warm up some.] Get comfortable. We’ll probably be here a while.
[He starts making his way back to the bucket fire, waiting for her there.]