[It's not particularly easy to bundle him up and support him both at the same time, but he manages well enough before ignoring the twinge of his protesting back and scooping Ryn up into a princess carry, adjusting the placement of his arms so that he can rest his head on Thancred's shoulder, and burrow against his neck if he likes.
Also, that keeps his own face close to Ryn's ears, and makes it easier to keep his slow steady stream of chatter present for him to cling to.]
I've been writing you a song, you know. Not like the one I sang for you at the beach. One that will make you smile, I think. I know much and more time has passed since then but I could never seem to find the words. You should see that notebook I carry around; I think half of it is just scribbles of notions and then some.
[It's not far to the ferry. He keeps murmuring as they go.]
But lately it's started to come together. Funny, isn't it? You said surfal and it's like the sky opened up overhead. And you call me your sun.
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[It's not particularly easy to bundle him up and support him both at the same time, but he manages well enough before ignoring the twinge of his protesting back and scooping Ryn up into a princess carry, adjusting the placement of his arms so that he can rest his head on Thancred's shoulder, and burrow against his neck if he likes.
Also, that keeps his own face close to Ryn's ears, and makes it easier to keep his slow steady stream of chatter present for him to cling to.]
I've been writing you a song, you know. Not like the one I sang for you at the beach. One that will make you smile, I think. I know much and more time has passed since then but I could never seem to find the words. You should see that notebook I carry around; I think half of it is just scribbles of notions and then some.
[It's not far to the ferry. He keeps murmuring as they go.]
But lately it's started to come together. Funny, isn't it? You said surfal and it's like the sky opened up overhead. And you call me your sun.