“Well, then you’re in luck,” Strange says, light, sardonic. “Now that we’re down two working towers I expect living quarters will only continue to be cramped for Riftwatch.”
He meanders a little way down the path, minding their periphery, listening and watching but still staying within conversational distance while Tav forages. “Is there anything else we could accommodate to make you feel a little more comfortable otherwise? God knows I try to hold onto what I can of my own home.” A beat. “The cloak you saw me going back for, that’s part of it. Memorabilia.”
Even in saying this, there’s a kind of faint wincing distaste in his voice, the most grudging admission that he actually experiences sentiment. He’s not wearing the cloak today, just dressed in regular trousers-and-shirt for their hike.
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Date: 2024-07-30 11:23 pm (UTC)He meanders a little way down the path, minding their periphery, listening and watching but still staying within conversational distance while Tav forages. “Is there anything else we could accommodate to make you feel a little more comfortable otherwise? God knows I try to hold onto what I can of my own home.” A beat. “The cloak you saw me going back for, that’s part of it. Memorabilia.”
Even in saying this, there’s a kind of faint wincing distaste in his voice, the most grudging admission that he actually experiences sentiment. He’s not wearing the cloak today, just dressed in regular trousers-and-shirt for their hike.