That was quite something, wasn't it. ( he says it flatly, not quite a question despite the words.
ysverai -- for a moment, nightingale's lips press together, the cold and the memory of ysverai's screams and the effect they'd had bringing him back to ettersberg. he forces his thoughts away with some effort, busying himself with handing over the tea with more focus than strictly necessary. )
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ysverai -- for a moment, nightingale's lips press together, the cold and the memory of ysverai's screams and the effect they'd had bringing him back to ettersberg. he forces his thoughts away with some effort, busying himself with handing over the tea with more focus than strictly necessary. )