#miriel tag tbt

[incendiums]

[Gregor, Sellsword]

"Aiish. You need be careful!" He had a winter's bite to him, finding it... close. Too close. She had nearly been flung out open window with her whozimwhats and whatzamacallits. Her boom things. And now he was here, eyebrows deeply seated in concern. Weird it was. To be the one doing the nagging and all. "Gregor hates to see pretty lady bleeding. Imagine my surprise, when I caught you—small like little bird. If I was not there, what then?" His teeth grit uncomfortably, tasting of ginger and ale. His tight jaw slacked a little upon her reassurance, though.

"Gregor will do with the worrying. But maybe not too much. Just enough." He took a gentle hand to dust off her shoulder. No more than that. Pinched her poofy shoulders so they stood up, too. "Ha...! There. You look like mushroom again."

Perching his chin between his thumb and index, he let out a deep, low hum. One could say it was wise. Others could say he knew very little. But even so, he was a curious, curious fellow.

"Now tell Gregor what good idea you have. You seem so cloud-minded about it-- that it is distracting. It must be very good idea."

@meticulous-mage