[If it's not quite passively that he allows himself to be led, guided away from that place and towards their shared home- it's without commentary or much of anything in the way of reaction. Contained as he is, it's hard to tell if he's introspective or just tired.
...Or rather, the tired is a guarantee in either case. Her stride might be smaller, but the Ascian's is at least slow. And when they finally make it back inside, he glances around, as though just now realizing where they were, and not entirely sure how they'd gotten there.
Irhya's questions similarly force him to refocus, and he attempts to shake off whatever no-doubt-depressing reverie he'd found himself in.]
Salmon- perhaps. [Just to make a choice, even as he shakes his head, as though to indicate that this, and no doubt everything else, didn't matter--] Are you hungry? If you are, I see no reason to keep you waiting overlong.
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...Or rather, the tired is a guarantee in either case. Her stride might be smaller, but the Ascian's is at least slow. And when they finally make it back inside, he glances around, as though just now realizing where they were, and not entirely sure how they'd gotten there.
Irhya's questions similarly force him to refocus, and he attempts to shake off whatever no-doubt-depressing reverie he'd found himself in.]
Salmon- perhaps. [Just to make a choice, even as he shakes his head, as though to indicate that this, and no doubt everything else, didn't matter--] Are you hungry? If you are, I see no reason to keep you waiting overlong.
[It wasn't as though he had much appetite.]