[ An easy response to a comment that's delivered lightly enough that he doesn't take it as chiding — not seriously, anyway, if that smile on her face is any indication. As for what follows—
He's come to know that look well — the look she wears when she's thinking. It's not a mannerism he's really seen often, save on the shy, and she's not really that; it is, quite literally, thoughtfulness, not any anxiety as to what to say next, not in the traditional sense (at least as far as he can sense it, anyway). She doesn't say anything without seeming to think it through, which makes her somewhat unusual in their camp, what with the abundance of hot tempers and general stubbornness.
A slight frown crosses his face as he watches Bosky lope away, natural curiosity as to what she's said buzzing like a mosquito in his pointed ear. The offer to stay up with him until the direwolf returns — which a part of him strongly suspects won't be until his shift, as it were, is over — is another consideration that's almost irritating for the fact that he knows few others would make the same gesture, and even fewer would genuinely mean it. ]
I'd like it very much, [ he says, adopting the kind of tone one might use to placate a child, though with enough of a twist of his lips as he delivers it that it's clear he does appreciate the thought. (Best not to be ungrateful, especially when that isn't the truth of the matter.) ]
I don't suppose you'll tell me what sort of errand you've sent that beast on?
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[ An easy response to a comment that's delivered lightly enough that he doesn't take it as chiding — not seriously, anyway, if that smile on her face is any indication. As for what follows—
He's come to know that look well — the look she wears when she's thinking. It's not a mannerism he's really seen often, save on the shy, and she's not really that; it is, quite literally, thoughtfulness, not any anxiety as to what to say next, not in the traditional sense (at least as far as he can sense it, anyway). She doesn't say anything without seeming to think it through, which makes her somewhat unusual in their camp, what with the abundance of hot tempers and general stubbornness.
A slight frown crosses his face as he watches Bosky lope away, natural curiosity as to what she's said buzzing like a mosquito in his pointed ear. The offer to stay up with him until the direwolf returns — which a part of him strongly suspects won't be until his shift, as it were, is over — is another consideration that's almost irritating for the fact that he knows few others would make the same gesture, and even fewer would genuinely mean it. ]
I'd like it very much, [ he says, adopting the kind of tone one might use to placate a child, though with enough of a twist of his lips as he delivers it that it's clear he does appreciate the thought. (Best not to be ungrateful, especially when that isn't the truth of the matter.) ]
I don't suppose you'll tell me what sort of errand you've sent that beast on?