[it's a tragically easy spell to break, given the environment they're in (Zel's not feral enough to follow impulses in public; he'd die of shame and he still wants to live despite being a cursed freak). still, Zel feels a pang of regret in having to turn away; he pulls on the canvas of the wagon and stands in the remaining opening to give Emery some privacy whether he wants any or not. it's the principle!
he glimpses over his shoulder when he hears a telltale sign of being done enough just in time to be hollered over for more manual labor, which he heads off to with a soft grumble behind the mask. he's about reached his limits of public interaction and wants nothing more than to disappear to some secluded, quiet place...with Emery. he's not far from his mind in any of these wishes for respite, even if some of that respite becomes less restful the more he thinks about it.
it's something to look forward to, at least - an attainable goal, as opposed to his far-flung wishes that skirt along the edges of almost-impossible.
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he glimpses over his shoulder when he hears a telltale sign of being done enough just in time to be hollered over for more manual labor, which he heads off to with a soft grumble behind the mask. he's about reached his limits of public interaction and wants nothing more than to disappear to some secluded, quiet place...with Emery. he's not far from his mind in any of these wishes for respite, even if some of that respite becomes less restful the more he thinks about it.
it's something to look forward to, at least - an attainable goal, as opposed to his far-flung wishes that skirt along the edges of almost-impossible.
sigh.]
Yeah, yeah... [he'll hoist these stupid crates.]