Fitz chuckles at that, moreso at the light in the Fool's face. It has been
too long, and he'd thought the Fool lost to him for some months yet. "We
have never needed much."
...he looks quite tired. Fitz holds himself back from anxious queries, from
fussing. The Fool has never wanted that from him, or from anyone. The
Fool's cheeks darken briefly, making him even more tawny, and Fitz cannot
pretend to understand the cause of it.
"Yes," he says gladly. "I will bring food."
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Fitz chuckles at that, moreso at the light in the Fool's face. It has been too long, and he'd thought the Fool lost to him for some months yet. "We have never needed much."
...he looks quite tired. Fitz holds himself back from anxious queries, from fussing. The Fool has never wanted that from him, or from anyone. The Fool's cheeks darken briefly, making him even more tawny, and Fitz cannot pretend to understand the cause of it.
"Yes," he says gladly. "I will bring food."
On 28 February 2018 at 13:39, afoolsgold - DW Comment < dw_null@dreamwidth.org> wrote: