[ardbert makes a vague gesture in the general direction of the logs, then, evidently reconsidering the ambiguity of such a response, steps closer to them.]
When your friends ordered you off to rest, I think they meant going to bed proper, not this.
[maybe he sounds a little exasperated. but also, how could he not? even he's grown invested in aster's well-being, despite his animosity when he'd first gone to the source. it feels like so long ago that renda-rae had made a show of being the one to nearly kill one of aster's friends. so long ago when ardbert had personally tried to strike aster down, as though a single decisive swing of his axe would fix all of the first's festering troubles.
he moves to carry some of the logs himself—only for his hand to pass through. as if to further illustrate the absurdity of aster's log count, ardbert steps into the pile, and watches as half his body promptly disappears into the stacks of wood.]
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When your friends ordered you off to rest, I think they meant going to bed proper, not this.
[maybe he sounds a little exasperated. but also, how could he not? even he's grown invested in aster's well-being, despite his animosity when he'd first gone to the source. it feels like so long ago that renda-rae had made a show of being the one to nearly kill one of aster's friends. so long ago when ardbert had personally tried to strike aster down, as though a single decisive swing of his axe would fix all of the first's festering troubles.
he moves to carry some of the logs himself—only for his hand to pass through. as if to further illustrate the absurdity of aster's log count, ardbert steps into the pile, and watches as half his body promptly disappears into the stacks of wood.]