[He's here. He didn't die, they won't be seeing each other in their next lives yet, and hopefully not for a long time. Not until Passenger's Oripathy kills him for real, anyhow.
He doesn't close the gap between him. His legs stay crossed, his posture stays nearly perfect, and he only casually glances at Sesa out of the corner of his eye. Let the Vouivre come to him this time, he thinks; he wants to see what he'll do, if he'll leave or if he'll stay, if he'll close the gap or flee.]
You are here, [he repeats,] at my side, just where I like you to be. Truly, I could not ask for a greater boon.
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[He's here. He didn't die, they won't be seeing each other in their next lives yet, and hopefully not for a long time. Not until Passenger's Oripathy kills him for real, anyhow.
He doesn't close the gap between him. His legs stay crossed, his posture stays nearly perfect, and he only casually glances at Sesa out of the corner of his eye. Let the Vouivre come to him this time, he thinks; he wants to see what he'll do, if he'll leave or if he'll stay, if he'll close the gap or flee.]
You are here, [he repeats,] at my side, just where I like you to be. Truly, I could not ask for a greater boon.
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Is there something you desire, Sesa?