[Bren held the cat close, a feline security blanket that he was not ready to relinquish, certainly not if Frumpkin was willing to stay with him. Something about him was surprisingly comforting, again that flicker of familiarity.
The same that he felt when he looked to the stranger who was so generously taking him in. Bren's mind may not remember -- had specifically been conditioned away from remembering -- but unbeknownst to the redhead, his soul did. His heart and soul remembered all too clearly, and it was enough that he could feel the worst of his fear ebbing as they walked on. For tonight at least he'd be safe from Trent's wolves, safe from being taken back to that terrible place. But it felt even safer than that, and he wasn't sure what to make of that feeling.
He was puzzling over that thought right up until the house came into view. Except no, this wasn't a house. He'd seen houses, lived in houses. This was just shy of a palace, a sprawling mansion that stopped Bren straight in his tracks. This estate looked perfectly suited to the elegant drow who'd been out on horseback in the evening woods.
Hesitating, he looked to Essek.]
This is your home?
[A glance down at himself and the general state of... well, everything about him. No, he did not belong in a place like this at all, did he?] Perhaps the bath first.
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The same that he felt when he looked to the stranger who was so generously taking him in. Bren's mind may not remember -- had specifically been conditioned away from remembering -- but unbeknownst to the redhead, his soul did. His heart and soul remembered all too clearly, and it was enough that he could feel the worst of his fear ebbing as they walked on. For tonight at least he'd be safe from Trent's wolves, safe from being taken back to that terrible place. But it felt even safer than that, and he wasn't sure what to make of that feeling.
He was puzzling over that thought right up until the house came into view. Except no, this wasn't a house. He'd seen houses, lived in houses. This was just shy of a palace, a sprawling mansion that stopped Bren straight in his tracks. This estate looked perfectly suited to the elegant drow who'd been out on horseback in the evening woods.
Hesitating, he looked to Essek.]
This is your home?
[A glance down at himself and the general state of... well, everything about him. No, he did not belong in a place like this at all, did he?] Perhaps the bath first.