[And when he's finished (for Maker knows how long it's been since he first came to bundle underneath Leto's narrow chin), there's a quickened flood of movement that ushers him through the air— ending with an elven outline perched tall beside the very foot of their bed. Clawed fingers sheltering faint clicking (and clacking, no less) as he bundles his assortment of pilfered jewelry, pearlshine peeking through the gaps within his grip.
There's sobriety in his voice.
It sounds tired, if not level.]
What happened to them?
[He can't remember, but he assumes they weren't followed.]
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There's sobriety in his voice.
It sounds tired, if not level.]
What happened to them?
[He can't remember, but he assumes they weren't followed.]