[There's something about Ardyn that feels tired, as well. A deep gnawing in the very marrow of his bones, something having rested there for many, many years prior. And yet none of this reflects on his face, which flickers occasionally with dark shadows, dancing with each movement the fire makes; instead, he only looks strangely relaxed, especially for a man who's been prying open pods all day.
He lifts his gaze to view the source of the voice, wondering at her hesitation. What he sees is unexpected, but not even close enough to make him feel shock. A girl -- he supposes -- of a race unlike any he's ever seen. Perhaps if he were back on Eos, this would require more questioning. But considering all that's happened to him recently, it only barely registers as an oddity.]
This campfire exists to warm more than one person. Far be it from me to tear it away from its purpose.
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He lifts his gaze to view the source of the voice, wondering at her hesitation. What he sees is unexpected, but not even close enough to make him feel shock. A girl -- he supposes -- of a race unlike any he's ever seen. Perhaps if he were back on Eos, this would require more questioning. But considering all that's happened to him recently, it only barely registers as an oddity.]
This campfire exists to warm more than one person. Far be it from me to tear it away from its purpose.
[In other words, yes. It's fine.]