[There's little reaction outwardly from Ardyn. Too many years of keeping his countenance purposefully hard to read has become second nature by him now. His eyes merely continue to look out as they follow the gentle curve of the shoreline.
Silence passes for a long moment.]
Well. That changes things, doesn't it?
[He stops walking, turning to face her properly. If she's observant, she'll see how very faintly his brows knit, despite his usual expression remaining unchanged, if not edged with something that wasn't there before.]
What is it that keeps you immortal? A sorry fate, indeed.
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Silence passes for a long moment.]
Well. That changes things, doesn't it?
[He stops walking, turning to face her properly. If she's observant, she'll see how very faintly his brows knit, despite his usual expression remaining unchanged, if not edged with something that wasn't there before.]
What is it that keeps you immortal? A sorry fate, indeed.