[He bears the nudge with good grace--tips his head back as he grins, so he avoids her eyes.]
Oh, what. You won't give me sympathy? Really? Not in my hour of need?
[If there is a little fear at the thought--that he will be somewhere long enough that people will be expecting things of him--well, it's a small feeling. Barely anything to be noticed.]
[ Bold of him to assume Riftwatch members will wait for experience before demanding answers. She squints at the ceiling and makes a considering noise. ] I suppose I could commiserate.
[ She rests her head back against his arm and tilts it to smile up at him. After a moment, catching the tiniest sense of something, she reaches up to brush knuckles against his chin, thumb scuffing softly through his beard. ] Tired?
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Oh, what. You won't give me sympathy? Really? Not in my hour of need?
[If there is a little fear at the thought--that he will be somewhere long enough that people will be expecting things of him--well, it's a small feeling. Barely anything to be noticed.]
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[ She rests her head back against his arm and tilts it to smile up at him. After a moment, catching the tiniest sense of something, she reaches up to brush knuckles against his chin, thumb scuffing softly through his beard. ] Tired?