“Miqo- ah, your name for mystel,” the Exarch says. “...does that surprise you?”
As he straightens himself back up, heavily leaning on his staff to do so, he appears to give some thought to Felih’s demand. “In time, perhaps. P’rihnn can tell it’s mostly to placate them rather than a promise. Fine with him, honestly - it seems like Felih wants to heal him, and quite frankly P’rihnn doesn’t care. Maybe he’ll change his mind later, but he doesn’t think so. He lifts his hand from Felih’s shoulder, and holds it out to help him up.
“Let me guess,” P’rihnn says. “Go and fight the dangerous thing that threatens life as we know it. That sounds about right to me. You, Felih?”
...was that a laugh, from the Exarch? Just a small one? P’rihnn’s ears twitch, and he frowns.
“I imagine, with lives such as yours, that is what you have come to expect. You wouldn’t be wrong, though the stakes are perhaps a bit higher than you are accustomed to.”
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As he straightens himself back up, heavily leaning on his staff to do so, he appears to give some thought to Felih’s demand. “In time, perhaps. P’rihnn can tell it’s mostly to placate them rather than a promise. Fine with him, honestly - it seems like Felih wants to heal him, and quite frankly P’rihnn doesn’t care. Maybe he’ll change his mind later, but he doesn’t think so. He lifts his hand from Felih’s shoulder, and holds it out to help him up.
“Let me guess,” P’rihnn says. “Go and fight the dangerous thing that threatens life as we know it. That sounds about right to me. You, Felih?”
...was that a laugh, from the Exarch? Just a small one? P’rihnn’s ears twitch, and he frowns.
“I imagine, with lives such as yours, that is what you have come to expect. You wouldn’t be wrong, though the stakes are perhaps a bit higher than you are accustomed to.”