It is. [Words uttered that seemed to have missed their mark only to strike another entirely, it seems. Ze resumes his march after a moment, the crunch of snow underfoot the only means of silence broken as they traverse down a path that has seen a clearance or thrice in the last handful of hours. That tells him this is a path reasonably well travelled, if nothing else. That shouldn't be half the comfort it is, but he relaxes in tangible amounts.
As the park comes into view, heat rising from the pools for a purpose he can only guess at, he wonders at their presence. At why the other saw fit to bring him here or if it was merely a bit of happenstance- a pleasure for his own satisfaction that Ze was merely a coincidental accompaniment to.
But this far out? At this hour? Alone?
He hesitates, daring not to think it might be a gesture made for his benefit. Wrestling with what he knows he ought to believe and what his forever open heart is choosing.]
... if there is aid I can offer. [He says after a moment, not quite willing to put his back to the other in the face of his uncertainty by getting closer to the pools but willing to broker a truce nonetheless. It is a trailed off thing, his offer. An open hand to a problem he can only scarcely imagine the breadth of. There is a sullen misery to his companion, that he can sense. A resigned sort of exhaustion that has no doubt contributed to the shadows beneath the Garlean's eyes.
But, to be fair, he has offered more for less and for poorer company.]
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As the park comes into view, heat rising from the pools for a purpose he can only guess at, he wonders at their presence. At why the other saw fit to bring him here or if it was merely a bit of happenstance- a pleasure for his own satisfaction that Ze was merely a coincidental accompaniment to.
But this far out? At this hour? Alone?
He hesitates, daring not to think it might be a gesture made for his benefit. Wrestling with what he knows he ought to believe and what his forever open heart is choosing.]
... if there is aid I can offer. [He says after a moment, not quite willing to put his back to the other in the face of his uncertainty by getting closer to the pools but willing to broker a truce nonetheless. It is a trailed off thing, his offer. An open hand to a problem he can only scarcely imagine the breadth of. There is a sullen misery to his companion, that he can sense. A resigned sort of exhaustion that has no doubt contributed to the shadows beneath the Garlean's eyes.
But, to be fair, he has offered more for less and for poorer company.]