[Try as he might to keep much of himself an entirely private affair, the simple truth, undeniable in these rare, fleeting moments of vulnerability, is as inescapable as their shared stubbornness: Ze is far greater a mystery than Li'to could ever hope to be. If he cared for such things, he might wonder if that isn't exactly why he can't quite bring himself to feel entirely at ease around the elder Miqo'te: for all that they may share in common, the gulf between them spans a lifetime.
Ze chases after him with an insistent headbutt and Li'to's ears flatten into his mess of hair; Ze tosses an apple his way and he barely finds his hands enough to catch it, surprise etching itself onto his features before he can reel it in. Briefly, he thinks he may never quite understand the man at all.
He feels altogether far, far younger than he is.
With a shake of the head, he shuffles himself back onto the bed as best he can without putting Ze's hard to waste, his back landing against the wall with a thump. Cool, calming aether soothes the burn that follows, and he turns the ripened fruit over in his hands as he exhales through the slowly numbing pain.]
I'll give you the benefit of believing you haven't healed me in the interests of poisoning me immediately after. [There's no bite to the words, the way there might usually be, spoken into the air rather than at their designated target; that's saved for the poor apple. A mouthful of sweet-sour flesh is as good a balm as any paladin's spell.
A swallow, and another turn in his palm. He watches Ze only in his peripheral.]
no subject
Ze chases after him with an insistent headbutt and Li'to's ears flatten into his mess of hair; Ze tosses an apple his way and he barely finds his hands enough to catch it, surprise etching itself onto his features before he can reel it in. Briefly, he thinks he may never quite understand the man at all.
He feels altogether far, far younger than he is.
With a shake of the head, he shuffles himself back onto the bed as best he can without putting Ze's hard to waste, his back landing against the wall with a thump. Cool, calming aether soothes the burn that follows, and he turns the ripened fruit over in his hands as he exhales through the slowly numbing pain.]
I'll give you the benefit of believing you haven't healed me in the interests of poisoning me immediately after. [There's no bite to the words, the way there might usually be, spoken into the air rather than at their designated target; that's saved for the poor apple. A mouthful of sweet-sour flesh is as good a balm as any paladin's spell.
A swallow, and another turn in his palm. He watches Ze only in his peripheral.]
... I assume you'll be on your way.