[ Primly, very Orlesian, joking but not joking—and then more serious, with a hand up and a thumb on By’s cheekbone. ]
Anything for you.
[ Not something he’s said to By before. A line he drew, after Vincent—after he looked up from his years of infatuation and found himself with nothing to show for it but bloody hands. He didn’t think he’d ever offer anyone that again. He only is now, half teasing, because he’s so entirely certain that doing anything for Byerly means doing only good things, right ones, and not losing himself and his own dreams in the bargain. ]
Now you have to choose an adventure to tell her about. Something relatable—if you begin with the Herald’s spirit sending us prophetic dreams, she may think you have nothing in common anymore.
no subject
[ Primly, very Orlesian, joking but not joking—and then more serious, with a hand up and a thumb on By’s cheekbone. ]
Anything for you.
[ Not something he’s said to By before. A line he drew, after Vincent—after he looked up from his years of infatuation and found himself with nothing to show for it but bloody hands. He didn’t think he’d ever offer anyone that again. He only is now, half teasing, because he’s so entirely certain that doing anything for Byerly means doing only good things, right ones, and not losing himself and his own dreams in the bargain. ]
Now you have to choose an adventure to tell her about. Something relatable—if you begin with the Herald’s spirit sending us prophetic dreams, she may think you have nothing in common anymore.