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[chaotictide]

Not to mention the fact that we are who we are. Honestly? being transplanted with a mindflayer tadpole is a ... horrible situation to be in. I'm sure if we lived ten lifetimes, or even a hundred after this one, it'd still be the worst possible thing that has happened to us. But even then... I'm glad. Kind of. That it happened to us in particular.

[He falters then, his eyes narrowing, eyebrows furrowing, as he thinks of how exactly to articulate quite a delicate point well.]

I'm not glad that it happened to me, or you, or the others. Other than a few eccentricities [Namely a warlock, a vampire spawn, and a cursed wizard...] You seem decent enough people. ...Even Lae'zel, actually. Once you get used to being constantly insulted. And, I don't know. I like traveling with you. I'm glad for you. Could've been anyone waking up next to me on that beach. Hells. Could have been a band of bugbears.

[The half-elf rises- or at least partially rises- into a sitting position. The bottle is, again, supped from. Likely his last drink of it. Especially if he wanted to get back to the encampment without falling on the road back.]

So we have time, a quite likable strength in numbers, and a path to follow... however it ends. Hopefully, things are clearer now. But even then, if you're still at a loss, then we'll hit the mead like you wanted when we get back.

[divinestrike]

[It is a good thing that he clarifies. Of all of the ways Nepione would describe it, being 'glad' for it, is probably not one of them. But there is a part of her that realises if it was not them, it would be others in their place. Maybe it is defeatist thinking, but she'd rather it be her than others.

Her head tilts as she listens to his explanation, deciding that his feelings are valid. Not that she imagines they could have been anything but.]

I do like thinking my companionship is vastly superior to that of a bugbear.

[The tiefling is capable of issuing just a touch of humour, the corners of her mouth lifting. Although it is somewhat softened by the way he brings them right back to how they got to the present moment in the first place. Are her concerns assuaged at all? She's not certain. Fear still lingers in the deepest pits of her, though they are less to do with her and certainly more to do with Ara and the others.

Instead of providing him with immediate response, she simply turns his words over with a gentle consideration. Her smile lessens into something a bit more sweet. Appreciative. Perhaps a touch wistful.]

Perhaps I see clarity in a way I didn't expect. [Nepione admits quietly.] How that will impact me tomorrow morning, in the days to come, I don't know just yet. But this has been nice. Too many of these nights I spend in my own head. It was nice to spend a little time in yours instead.

[chaotictide]

You don't have fleas, for a start. Or a taste for my flesh.

[Ha, victory! He's under no allusion that getting a guffaw out of Nephione is something likely. Whether by her nature or the creature within her head, she seems far too solemn for something like that. So yes. He's taking this as a victory, thank you very much.

Saying that, her appreciation isn't lost on him. He gathers himself, getting to his feet and dusting off his knees, before he tilts the bottle upside down, emptying out what remains at the tree he had supported himself on. It may as well have a drink too.]

If you enjoyed it so much, then let's do this again. Any time you'd like to get out of your head for the night, come find me. Likely, there's all kinds of things out there as we travel. And I can try to make metaphors out of them.

[A bright smile follows, and he extends his hand to her.]

If you want, of course.

[divinestrike]

[She smiles knowingly, biting down over the temptation to quickly respond with something akin to 'that you know of' and instead, she simply leaves it at is. Although truth be told, he's probably right. How many people look at a tiefling and a bugbear and notice there is an actual difference? There are likely many out in the world who would interpret both as being near the same.

If not the same outright. For some reason, she continues to be surprised when non-tieflings don't seem to take notice or simply don't care about who and what she is. It's a good feeling to come into contact with. She doesn't respond immediately, instead eyeing his offered hand for just a breath or two before taking it. Her touch is remarkably careful, though perhaps expected given her rather transparent demeanour. As mindful of her claws as she ever is, she uses him to pull herself to her feet, giving another long look to the trees far below and into the distance.]

That's a tempting offer. [She admits, turning her attention back onto him, and for just a moment, she takes his hand between her own, as if through touch alone she might be able to express all of the warmth he grants her by giving her something so very simple. Or maybe, she's just a foolishly sentimental creature. It's probably that one.] Sometimes it's good for me to be in my head. Keeps me level. Shows me what I need to be really looking at and keeping in consideration.

[That is, restraint and discipline, Nepione's two favourite words, it seems.]

But when that burden becomes too much, I'll learn to let some of it go. Perhaps you'll be able with that. And I'll make sure I'm not too much of a stranger. Without taking advantage of your kindness, of course.