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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"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."