[Orym wants that too, so much that it's set a physical ache in him. But instead desires go unspoken. Instead the halfling holds that ache inside his chest, pulls it back and holds it tight and smiles at those words.]
Good. Me too.
[A soft contented little sigh before he glances around.]
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Good. Me too.
[A soft contented little sigh before he glances around.]
I should get us cleaned up.