[It's certainly much easier to get up and dress himself than it was for the last few days, but given how terribly inconvenient grievous injury is, he'll try to avoid it happening again. Besides, he'd rather not hand Temenos another blank check, but speaking of which...
Redressing and sitting up, Lobelia captures Temenos' handβ tugs on it, urging him down low enough to whisper in his ear.]
Merci, ange douteux. As a show of thanks, I've reconsidered tearing you to pieces and making a mess of your insides. Consider this my prière.
[He doesn't wait for Temenos' response before releasing him and heading for the door. Adieu!]
[Temenos lets out a huff as soon as he feels Lobelia's hand on his, and he almost considers swatting it away with his staff. But...aggravatingly to himself, he relents once again.
He lets Lobelia pull him close.
Lets him utter those horrific words into his ear.
Temenos is not often left speechless, but this is one of those moments. What does he even say to that? That Lobelia would even reveal such a thing, it's just...
Honestly, Temenos is starting to see that it's just like him, isn't it?
He meets Lobelia with a silent, icy gaze which follows him all the way to the door. And just as he reaches the door...]
Your prière needs work. I expect something better if you intend to speak to me again after spouting that at me.
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Redressing and sitting up, Lobelia captures Temenos' handβ tugs on it, urging him down low enough to whisper in his ear.]
Merci, ange douteux. As a show of thanks, I've reconsidered tearing you to pieces and making a mess of your insides. Consider this my prière.
[He doesn't wait for Temenos' response before releasing him and heading for the door. Adieu!]
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He lets Lobelia pull him close.
Lets him utter those horrific words into his ear.
Temenos is not often left speechless, but this is one of those moments. What does he even say to that? That Lobelia would even reveal such a thing, it's just...
Honestly, Temenos is starting to see that it's just like him, isn't it?
He meets Lobelia with a silent, icy gaze which follows him all the way to the door. And just as he reaches the door...]
Your prière needs work. I expect something better if you intend to speak to me again after spouting that at me.