[ He watches Orym quietly, wondering what he’s thinking at the moment. There was a time when he could so easily tell, or at least could make a pretty good guess, what was on the halfling’s mind. But it’s been much more difficult to read him these days.
And he misses those days, when he felt like he knew who Orym was.
Even so, he can’t help leaning into Orym’s touch, and the question has him shaking his head. ]
No…I couldn’t leave you, Orym. I love you too much.
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And he misses those days, when he felt like he knew who Orym was.
Even so, he can’t help leaning into Orym’s touch, and the question has him shaking his head. ]
No…I couldn’t leave you, Orym. I love you too much.