"...I never imagined one of the undead would have quite so many friends flocking to him."
At these words, the Fool's expression grows a touch wry, and he lifts his chin. "Well, I am but one Fool, rather than a flock of them," he points out with the beginnings of a teasing smirk at the corners of his mouth, but his sincerity tempers his look and tone some. (His method of showing affection for friends is, perhaps, an acquired taste.) "Yet have I not sought you out as well? You have more friends than you realize."
The Fool listens to the rest of what Trahearne says without interruption, his browline furrowing with sympathy and understanding by equal turns. For a moment or two afterwards he is contemplatively silent, regarding his friend with an expression on his face that shields much, but not everything; he's been affected by what he's heard, clearly. Then, clasping his hands together before himself, the Fool takes a few more steps towards Trahearne, looking up to him.
"I would not ask you to set aside a lifetime of experience at the behest of a few Dreamfolk," he says quietly, then lets his hands spread to either side plaintively. "I ask only that you keep an open mind about this one man who, I believe, is more than the mask he wears. You needn't be his friend."
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At these words, the Fool's expression grows a touch wry, and he lifts his chin. "Well, I am but one Fool, rather than a flock of them," he points out with the beginnings of a teasing smirk at the corners of his mouth, but his sincerity tempers his look and tone some. (His method of showing affection for friends is, perhaps, an acquired taste.) "Yet have I not sought you out as well? You have more friends than you realize."
The Fool listens to the rest of what Trahearne says without interruption, his browline furrowing with sympathy and understanding by equal turns. For a moment or two afterwards he is contemplatively silent, regarding his friend with an expression on his face that shields much, but not everything; he's been affected by what he's heard, clearly. Then, clasping his hands together before himself, the Fool takes a few more steps towards Trahearne, looking up to him.
"I would not ask you to set aside a lifetime of experience at the behest of a few Dreamfolk," he says quietly, then lets his hands spread to either side plaintively. "I ask only that you keep an open mind about this one man who, I believe, is more than the mask he wears. You needn't be his friend."