[Fitz is not in full armor, because he was barely trained with a jerkin, let alone anything approaching armor. But here he is, having found a pair of axes and is finally feeling his footing. After the entire - well, everything - that was the past year, it makes him feel like maybe he can be himself again, eventually.
Well.
Maybe not. Chade's boy is well and truly dead.
He looks up when he's addressed, and his lips tip a little, suggesting a smile.]
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Well.
Maybe not. Chade's boy is well and truly dead.
He looks up when he's addressed, and his lips tip a little, suggesting a smile.]
All right.
[He says it but then-]
You ought to give a warning when you do that.
[But he sounds more interested than anything.]