nobiliis:

     ❝ Having trouble? ❞

     She watches as the letter is crumpled up and tossed aside. Brows raise in curiosity out of whatever it may be that happens to be on the piece of parchment, but then again, it’s none of Trevelyan’s business. Her arms cross over her chest.

     ❝ No. I wanted to thank you for letting me rest here until I’m ready to move on. So— thank you. ❞

      “No more than usual,” he chuckles. It’s funny, how he can only really laugh about death threats and the like now. Long gone are the days where he laughed about his friends’ abysmal cookery skills. Then again– long gone are those friends, to places he does not know, cannot know. It’s his own doing.

                        “You are most welcome. It’s been a comfort to have somebody as armed as yourself around, in truth. Vigil’s Keep seems to be lacking our kind of late."