"Then you know well as I that they would never have just let me be on my way. Had the boy his way, I'd be in that infirmary still."
And there would have been goodbyes, he does not add, and the two of them would have seen him weighed down with medicines and supplies he didn't need.
"Well enough." He says and for a moment he says nothing more, looking past Felih instead of at him. But he is different now. He is trying. And so, more awkwardly, he attempts actually volunteering information. "It has been too long since I last saw green."
Felih just grins. "Oh, as if that would be so bad," says the hypocrite, because he too constantly attempts to leave infirmary beds to do his own wandering and straying. "Gods forbid, people care about you," he teases, bumping his shoulder against Estinien's arm, before he looks out over the expanse and hums.
"Green, huh... yeah," he agrees after a moment. "For me, it's the sea," he says. "So much time surrounded by stone and ice, or dust and desert... getting to go back to the sea is... a welcome sight. I suppose it must be the same with you and these green wilds."
His tail sways as he mulls it over, before murmuring, "Still, a letter back wouldn't kill you. I've heard our dear Lord Commander frets over you still, though he is much more accustomed to your sudden leaves than the rest of us, I imagine."
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And there would have been goodbyes, he does not add, and the two of them would have seen him weighed down with medicines and supplies he didn't need.
"Well enough." He says and for a moment he says nothing more, looking past Felih instead of at him. But he is different now. He is trying. And so, more awkwardly, he attempts actually volunteering information. "It has been too long since I last saw green."
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"Green, huh... yeah," he agrees after a moment. "For me, it's the sea," he says. "So much time surrounded by stone and ice, or dust and desert... getting to go back to the sea is... a welcome sight. I suppose it must be the same with you and these green wilds."
His tail sways as he mulls it over, before murmuring, "Still, a letter back wouldn't kill you. I've heard our dear Lord Commander frets over you still, though he is much more accustomed to your sudden leaves than the rest of us, I imagine."