[Bren felt a growing sensation somewhere between guilt and an odd rightness at just how much this man's late husband seemed to be part of this. His clothes, his books, his room, his library. And here was Bren in the midst of it all.]
They will be perfect, thank you.
[He picked up the pants, smiling to himself at how soft the fabric felt between his fingers. Without much in the way of shame he tugged the pants on with the robe still fastened, distracted enough that he spoke without thought of what he was saying.]
Mm, I haven't been fed much recently. Disobeying means no food. [And for all that Trent had broken quite a bit of Bren, there was still enough spirit in him to resist and refuse him when some surge of bravery struck him. Pants on, he slipped free of the robe -- despite the fact that Essek was still in the room -- and reached for the shirt.
Essek had been right; Bren's ribs were certainly visible, far too easy to count, but with a little time and actual meals, that could be fixed. Bren was already feeling better after the food that had been given to him earlier. And the warmth and the gentle touches. He pulled the tunic over his head before turning to face Essek fully once more.]
A request, yes. Sorting and organizing a library is all well and good, but if you think of some way that I can actually repay your kindness, please, I'm at your service.
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They will be perfect, thank you.
[He picked up the pants, smiling to himself at how soft the fabric felt between his fingers. Without much in the way of shame he tugged the pants on with the robe still fastened, distracted enough that he spoke without thought of what he was saying.]
Mm, I haven't been fed much recently. Disobeying means no food. [And for all that Trent had broken quite a bit of Bren, there was still enough spirit in him to resist and refuse him when some surge of bravery struck him. Pants on, he slipped free of the robe -- despite the fact that Essek was still in the room -- and reached for the shirt.
Essek had been right; Bren's ribs were certainly visible, far too easy to count, but with a little time and actual meals, that could be fixed. Bren was already feeling better after the food that had been given to him earlier. And the warmth and the gentle touches. He pulled the tunic over his head before turning to face Essek fully once more.]
A request, yes. Sorting and organizing a library is all well and good, but if you think of some way that I can actually repay your kindness, please, I'm at your service.