Though he hesitates a moment, Barrow nods and steps forward to be let in. The worry he'd felt before has magnified by the blanket, the darkness around her eyes, the scratch in her voice; it's a strange, helpless feeling, wishing he could go back in time to prevent what had happened to her.
Not that he knows the details. Just that it was Brother Gideon, and it was her.
"Are you all right?" he asks quietly, with a wince. Within the box is a little book of poetry, written-- topically-- by a Chantry brother living isolated in the wilderness.
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Date: 2021-12-01 12:24 am (UTC)Not that he knows the details. Just that it was Brother Gideon, and it was her.
"Are you all right?" he asks quietly, with a wince. Within the box is a little book of poetry, written-- topically-- by a Chantry brother living isolated in the wilderness.