"Ah-hah! She speaks: the wise voice of an experienced First."
He doesn't resist, moves to obey the unspoken request as soon as he understands it. Some not insignificant part of Sorrel is preoccupied with fretting about whether his robes, not designed for sleep, will be uncomfortable for her to lie on, or whether some limb or another will lose circulation. But Sina seems untroubled by the thought and so... he settles. She's cold after all; and someone has to help her.
"The day before the bonding ceremony," He begins, a little quieter, because the moment suddenly seems that much more precious, "Well, more like the day of, Nymii sat me down to have a talk. I think, maybe she would have stabbed me or something, if it hadn't gone well-- but it did! I promise, it did. Eventually she told me, that I was to teach you how to take a beating, to be strong under it, even when all the world is against you."
There's a pause, and the cough of a laugh, as if Sorrel were trying to repress a chuckle, and failing.
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He doesn't resist, moves to obey the unspoken request as soon as he understands it. Some not insignificant part of Sorrel is preoccupied with fretting about whether his robes, not designed for sleep, will be uncomfortable for her to lie on, or whether some limb or another will lose circulation. But Sina seems untroubled by the thought and so... he settles. She's cold after all; and someone has to help her.
"The day before the bonding ceremony," He begins, a little quieter, because the moment suddenly seems that much more precious, "Well, more like the day of, Nymii sat me down to have a talk. I think, maybe she would have stabbed me or something, if it hadn't gone well-- but it did! I promise, it did. Eventually she told me, that I was to teach you how to take a beating, to be strong under it, even when all the world is against you."
There's a pause, and the cough of a laugh, as if Sorrel were trying to repress a chuckle, and failing.
"...I'm pretty sure, it's the other way around."