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[onlyhymns]

[For personal threads, memos, things left in his quarters for him to stumble on, confessions of love, injunctions, jars of bees, and so forth.]

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[byblow]

[ Alistair eyes him; pressing the point any further would be unsportsmanlike, most likely, especially when what's on the tip of his tongue is at least you were more interested in killing mages than I was, but he doesn't know what else to say. He lands on honesty— ]

I don't know what you want me to say.

[ —but he probably wouldn't say it if he did. ]

[onlyhymns]

I... don't either.

[Cade drums his fingers on the tabletop, once, then again. He frowns.]

I'm just... [Pausing, he battles with the sentence for a while. What is he trying to say, anyway?]

...glad you're here.

[byblow]

Considering the alternative, [ Alistair says, which means me too, and gives Cade a light, companionable kick under the table. ]

[onlyhymns]

[A small smile, and then a hesitantly returned kick. Cade looks nervous and glances at Alistair after he does so, probably just making sure he didn't hurt him, because he's an uncontrollable violent monster who hurts people without trying.]