[In any other situation, in any other context, this is where a snappy offhand remark would fall from Thancred's silver tongue. The absence herein is conspicuous.]
I'm sorry.
[He settles back a touch, physically affording Ryn a sliver of space in tandem with a similar span of the emotional sort.]
no subject
I'm sorry.
[He settles back a touch, physically affording Ryn a sliver of space in tandem with a similar span of the emotional sort.]
I'm glad you have it back. 'Tis good that you do.