[Isaac may keep that pool all to himself; there is no self-pity here.]
Respectfully. Without giving so loosely assembled a company more reasons to alienate each other, however petty those might be. Diplomatically, one might say.
I've come to think of my infirmary shifts as holding your place until the nighttime. Looking after your things while you're away. The way a person's presence lingers where they spend much of their time—I've grown accustomed to it. And to the frogs and what-else.
[ a lengthy silence follows. one might imagine he's made good on that threat, cut the crystal off — save for the occasional clambor of distant feet, the scratch of a pen on parchment.
[While the returning pause isn't as long, it is truly quiet—no shuffling, no pen, no breath—and so his departure is marked only by the dimming of the crystal's light.]
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[ self-pity is a shallow pool, hardly room for two. clarifies: ]
How would you have chosen to respond?
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Respectfully. Without giving so loosely assembled a company more reasons to alienate each other, however petty those might be. Diplomatically, one might say.
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[ their company seemed quite united, albeit against rutyer. self-electing as a common enemy - a farcical one - is one manner to defuse tension. ]
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[Fair enough.]
That would imply a sense of fellowship, I think. Feeling alienated.
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[ is half a lie. but it's an answer, which was the trade. ]
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I've come to think of my infirmary shifts as holding your place until the nighttime. Looking after your things while you're away. The way a person's presence lingers where they spend much of their time—I've grown accustomed to it. And to the frogs and what-else.
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finally: ]
Hold your own place, Leander.
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