Hm. [Richard hums approvingly and follows the tug on the towel, allowing himself to be pulled closer. Luckily, if there are any injuries they're anything but major. Few more bruises here and there along with scratches around his hands and neck. Nothing that he had paid much attention when cleaning himself just a moment ago.]
S.. She always finds a way in whenever I am tired. [Richard casts his gaze at the flames that hungrily began to consume the wood. Yes. He must just be tired from the trip, that's it. Joan was wicked and would always torment him whenever an opportunity presented itself, nothing new there. It still felt unnatural to talk openly about Joan to someone. Richard wonders if he's ever going to get used to it.]
You have gotten good at that. [He nods at the flames, a small smile sneaking to his lips. Richard then turns his eyes back to gaze at Silco's mismatched face, reaching hand to caress his damaged cheek.] What of you?
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S.. She always finds a way in whenever I am tired. [Richard casts his gaze at the flames that hungrily began to consume the wood. Yes. He must just be tired from the trip, that's it. Joan was wicked and would always torment him whenever an opportunity presented itself, nothing new there. It still felt unnatural to talk openly about Joan to someone. Richard wonders if he's ever going to get used to it.]
You have gotten good at that. [He nods at the flames, a small smile sneaking to his lips. Richard then turns his eyes back to gaze at Silco's mismatched face, reaching hand to caress his damaged cheek.] What of you?