Then 'tis a privilege I do not well deserve, Haurchefant, to be counted among your beloved.
[He says it so graciously, so kindly, that you could almost blink and miss the fact that there's a word he omitted from the remark, and a rather significant one at that. But the roof of the Vault is neither the time nor the place for such things, and so Aymeric merely takes Haurchefant's arm and uses it for support, aching from his failures but at least still in one piece, however worse for the wear he might be.
The reconvening at Aymeric's office doesn't last long. They compare notes, make plans. But everyone rightly agrees that it will serve them no good to press on without a rest, and so one by one they all go their separate ways, until only Aymeric and Haurchefant are left.
And still he aches, stung with his father's betrayal and the way he'd been cast aside, aching for something good yet in the world, something soft and tender and his.
And there, as ever, is Haurchefant.]
Have you things to attend to, Haurchefant, or will you idle here awhile longer?
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[He says it so graciously, so kindly, that you could almost blink and miss the fact that there's a word he omitted from the remark, and a rather significant one at that. But the roof of the Vault is neither the time nor the place for such things, and so Aymeric merely takes Haurchefant's arm and uses it for support, aching from his failures but at least still in one piece, however worse for the wear he might be.
The reconvening at Aymeric's office doesn't last long. They compare notes, make plans. But everyone rightly agrees that it will serve them no good to press on without a rest, and so one by one they all go their separate ways, until only Aymeric and Haurchefant are left.
And still he aches, stung with his father's betrayal and the way he'd been cast aside, aching for something good yet in the world, something soft and tender and his.
And there, as ever, is Haurchefant.]
Have you things to attend to, Haurchefant, or will you idle here awhile longer?