"Three days," Ellis says, and, by way of explanation, "My armor should be repaired by then."
And it's enough time to see to any number of minor chores, make arrangements for his chickens, be sure the Hightown house is not in position to be consumed by an ambitious science experiment in his absence.
His hand smooths down Thot's arched spine, before he lifts her onto the table.
"I should go."
As he has run out of distractions for the day, and they shouldn't tempt fate.
Thot’s legs hang useless as she’s lifted, and languish loose in their joints where he tries to place her, so that Ellis must lay her down on her side like a broken doll. Silas looks on, briefly distant in his disapproval, wine in hand. He does not prompt her to behave.
“Of course,” he says. The door is open.
Not technically, technically it’s closed. They’ve been over this already. Reluctant instinct sees him up on his feet, wine and all, to cross for the door first.
Maybe Ellis is thinking again of the shrike in the dream. Maybe not. The roads are dangerous regardless, and armor won't go amiss.
As he stands, he gives Thot a last pet, a light chuck beneath her chin. Sprawling across the table in such a fashion cannot be so comfortable, but Ellis leaves her to it as he follows Silas towards the door.
"Thank you for the hospitality," is a little like a joke, some dredged up bit of manners from when Ellis was a functioning person who acknowledged such things regularly.
...Is an easy reminder, joke or no, coupled with a dry glance as Silas opens the door and steps aside. He’s glad they could come to an understanding.
“I’ll be ready in three days.”
He waits for Ellis to step out to say so, eyes keen until they’re closed away behind the crack. Somehow this alone imparts the impression that he might be scarce to find for the purpose of renegotiation over the next 72 hours.
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And it's enough time to see to any number of minor chores, make arrangements for his chickens, be sure the Hightown house is not in position to be consumed by an ambitious science experiment in his absence.
His hand smooths down Thot's arched spine, before he lifts her onto the table.
"I should go."
As he has run out of distractions for the day, and they shouldn't tempt fate.
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“Of course,” he says. The door is open.
Not technically, technically it’s closed. They’ve been over this already. Reluctant instinct sees him up on his feet, wine and all, to cross for the door first.
“I’ll bring mine as well.”
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Maybe Ellis is thinking again of the shrike in the dream. Maybe not. The roads are dangerous regardless, and armor won't go amiss.
As he stands, he gives Thot a last pet, a light chuck beneath her chin. Sprawling across the table in such a fashion cannot be so comfortable, but Ellis leaves her to it as he follows Silas towards the door.
"Thank you for the hospitality," is a little like a joke, some dredged up bit of manners from when Ellis was a functioning person who acknowledged such things regularly.
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...Is an easy reminder, joke or no, coupled with a dry glance as Silas opens the door and steps aside. He’s glad they could come to an understanding.
“I’ll be ready in three days.”
He waits for Ellis to step out to say so, eyes keen until they’re closed away behind the crack. Somehow this alone imparts the impression that he might be scarce to find for the purpose of renegotiation over the next 72 hours.