He shifts away, floating upward and hiding another sniffle in the cloth. While things do feel less intense, everything seems to ache now, down to a dull, throbbing pain in his temples. The catharsis has left him feeling too drained to do battle with anything else.
"I don't want to keep you from your work." A vague gesture towards the food abandoned on the table. "Or your meal."
"Those aren't important. It's no trouble, and no one will interrupt us here if we hide out for a while."
He rises and rubs Essek on the arm as he passes, heading to the bed. It's just large enough for two people and Fjord tosses the various pillows and cushions toward the corner by the wall, shaking out a couple of blankets which, just like the rugs Avantika claimed from all over Wildemount, are a mismatch of styles. One of them is dark grey with silvery threads woven into purple geometric designs and, while beautiful, has been relegated (by Molly, most likely) to the bottom of the pile for its lack of bright cheery colour. The Dynasty design hangs with its tassels off the end of the bed, poking out, ignored out of habit as Fjord searches for the warmest blanket.
"If it makes you feel better, I can scroll on the device's network while you nap. I'll make sure no one urgently needs us."
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Fjord pats Essek on the legs to prompt him to move, nodding to the bed covered in an assortment of blankets from all over Wildemount.
"It's just about big enough for both of us, if you're happy to share. Or I can work on my map some more while you rest up."
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"I don't want to keep you from your work." A vague gesture towards the food abandoned on the table. "Or your meal."
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He rises and rubs Essek on the arm as he passes, heading to the bed. It's just large enough for two people and Fjord tosses the various pillows and cushions toward the corner by the wall, shaking out a couple of blankets which, just like the rugs Avantika claimed from all over Wildemount, are a mismatch of styles. One of them is dark grey with silvery threads woven into purple geometric designs and, while beautiful, has been relegated (by Molly, most likely) to the bottom of the pile for its lack of bright cheery colour. The Dynasty design hangs with its tassels off the end of the bed, poking out, ignored out of habit as Fjord searches for the warmest blanket.
"If it makes you feel better, I can scroll on the device's network while you nap. I'll make sure no one urgently needs us."