Ravus nods, approving of finally winning this silly standoff. Her yawn is all but a white flag waving to him, and he turns to her briefly.
“Get some rest. I will see to a few things in the meanwhile. You have my word that nothing will be lost to you or damaged in the meanwhile, and that none will disturb you either.” He does a quick, half-bow with the promise to show his sincerity, but he’s already moving to work a second later. He’s nothing if not efficient.
Which means that is how he spends the rest of the afternoon, tending to a surprisingly lush garden this deep into the colder seasons, making sure the pantry is stocked. Checking for enough dry goods should he not be able to procure as much meat as he might like. Despite his size, he is oddly quiet about all his tasks, mindful of disturbing her rest as he treads lightly.
When he’s satisfied to his absurd levels of perfectionism though, she’s still asleep. He doesn’t think it necessary to wake her before he leaves, but there is one more thing he does. Ravus takes a cup, fills it with water, and sets it on the corner of the kitchen counter. Bringing up his mechanical arm, Ravus picks a few of the bright blue blooms from amidst the vines. He arranges them neatly in the cup, leaving a Tenebraen time-honored gift of flowers for visiting a friend, before he makes a quiet exit.
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“Get some rest. I will see to a few things in the meanwhile. You have my word that nothing will be lost to you or damaged in the meanwhile, and that none will disturb you either.” He does a quick, half-bow with the promise to show his sincerity, but he’s already moving to work a second later. He’s nothing if not efficient.
Which means that is how he spends the rest of the afternoon, tending to a surprisingly lush garden this deep into the colder seasons, making sure the pantry is stocked. Checking for enough dry goods should he not be able to procure as much meat as he might like. Despite his size, he is oddly quiet about all his tasks, mindful of disturbing her rest as he treads lightly.
When he’s satisfied to his absurd levels of perfectionism though, she’s still asleep. He doesn’t think it necessary to wake her before he leaves, but there is one more thing he does. Ravus takes a cup, fills it with water, and sets it on the corner of the kitchen counter. Bringing up his mechanical arm, Ravus picks a few of the bright blue blooms from amidst the vines. He arranges them neatly in the cup, leaving a Tenebraen time-honored gift of flowers for visiting a friend, before he makes a quiet exit.