[By the time Carmen had reentered the room, the wood was neatly stacked and ready, and Saul was slumped back in one of the chairs, looking slightly dazed. The smallest effort was leaving him winded - he had expanded a stunning amount of power in his escape, more than he'd truly needed, giving the Inner City a good and proper taste of what he could do in his rage. But it was nothing that a rest wouldn't set right.] ... this is nothing to the battle on the Essienne, [he muttered under his breath. His mind was wandering.
He gave a slight start when she returned and spoke, glancing up.] Wood and tinder don't spoil, [he said, reaching up to take the tinderbox, then stopped, hand dropping. He gave a small nod toward the fireplace.] Would you, perhaps...? [Enough, enough - she was here and willing. He would take the help in the spirit in which it was offered. A fire, a place to sit... and then he could talk to her, at last.]
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Date: 2009-12-07 10:01 pm (UTC)He gave a slight start when she returned and spoke, glancing up.] Wood and tinder don't spoil, [he said, reaching up to take the tinderbox, then stopped, hand dropping. He gave a small nod toward the fireplace.] Would you, perhaps...? [Enough, enough - she was here and willing. He would take the help in the spirit in which it was offered. A fire, a place to sit... and then he could talk to her, at last.]