[haurchefant wafts into the room like a summer breeze, bearing hot mugs and a warm smile, and suddenly francel feels all his needling, negative thoughts dispelled. the man is joy incarnate; francel feels a kind of golden giddiness spread from his heart out intothe rest of his body, silencing his poisonous thoughts of powerlessness and helplessness. haurchefant has this effect, francel thinks — it is easier to be happy, to laugh and think clearly, in his presence.]
...You have rescued me. Again. I —
[he breaks into a slightly self-deprecating laugh as he takes the steaming mug from his friend’s hands.]
How can I ever repay you, Haurchefant? For this and so many other things?
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...You have rescued me. Again. I —
[he breaks into a slightly self-deprecating laugh as he takes the steaming mug from his friend’s hands.]
How can I ever repay you, Haurchefant? For this and so many other things?