[the sound of Emery's discontent is practically palpable, especially in this space where the air doesn't seem to move. Zel lifts his gaze from the plants to Emery himself, scanning his expression.
...he looks very troubled. considering the circumstances, not a bad thing. and it's kind of hard to be reassuring while a mess himself, right?
Zel hesitates, then finally sheathes his sword, freeing his hands up to grab a length of his cape, bunching it up until he reaches the damp end of it.]
You'll...have to tell me where to wipe off. Unless there's a mirror in here.
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...he looks very troubled. considering the circumstances, not a bad thing. and it's kind of hard to be reassuring while a mess himself, right?
Zel hesitates, then finally sheathes his sword, freeing his hands up to grab a length of his cape, bunching it up until he reaches the damp end of it.]
You'll...have to tell me where to wipe off. Unless there's a mirror in here.