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[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.