If he had his own face right now, the warmth in his chest would show. The warmth isn't without bitterness, but...he's proud. Proud of them both, for stepping up, for staying together.
He pets Silvally between the ears again, with obvious tenderness.]
I can wait until we get back to the house.
[The thought of which ungently returns a memory to him, of an altercation with Ingo.
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Date: 2023-08-18 06:15 pm (UTC)If he had his own face right now, the warmth in his chest would show. The warmth isn't without bitterness, but...he's proud. Proud of them both, for stepping up, for staying together.
He pets Silvally between the ears again, with obvious tenderness.]
I can wait until we get back to the house.
[The thought of which ungently returns a memory to him, of an altercation with Ingo.
Suddenly, as if it's just occurred to him:]
Are the twins there? Or—out. Are they alright?