[It's a relief to get the boy down off of his shoulder, given that Warsman spent the climb half-paranoid that he'd slip or panic and fall down the side of the building. As he steps back to give him the once over, though, he doesn't seem to be in bad shape physically; he's white-faced and bewildered-looking and Warsman isn't sure he'll stay upright for a moment or two, but he's in one piece, and that's what counts.
He doesn't respond or ask anything else immediately- it seems wiser to give him a little room to calm down just to start with, and at first he busies himself with sheathing his bear claws. The thank you provides a pleasant cue to answer.]
Don't mention it. [He shakes his head slightly, tone a little wondering.] I just want to know why on earth you were writing out in the Darkness.
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He doesn't respond or ask anything else immediately- it seems wiser to give him a little room to calm down just to start with, and at first he busies himself with sheathing his bear claws. The thank you provides a pleasant cue to answer.]
Don't mention it. [He shakes his head slightly, tone a little wondering.] I just want to know why on earth you were writing out in the Darkness.