[He screws up his face a little, lips flat in a line as he stares at her. He wishes he could read her a little better like this, missing all their physical tells from their life together when she floats there just out of his grasp.]
And what, let you mope on the roof until the fake sun comes up? Time is fake. And elves don’t need to sleep, you know the trade secret.
[As if he’s going immediately back into that anyway. It might not have been a nightmare, or any full-blown terror, but the jitters are felt easily in his body, and he certainly isn’t relaxed.
Taako doesn’t have the staff with him (and he wouldn’t want to point it at her anyway), but he doesn’t need it for this. Lup can see him cast a Mage Hand, and struggle with it for a bit until it’s basically overlaying his own. It gives him excuse to hold it out towards her, and also to try and tug at her cloak.]
Come on, we don’t have to go back there. There’s, uh... I mean, nobody’s up on the top floor, ‘n the kitchen’s there. Okay? ‘Ss always time for a three am pastry party featuring us, right?
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And what, let you mope on the roof until the fake sun comes up? Time is fake. And elves don’t need to sleep, you know the trade secret.
[As if he’s going immediately back into that anyway. It might not have been a nightmare, or any full-blown terror, but the jitters are felt easily in his body, and he certainly isn’t relaxed.
Taako doesn’t have the staff with him (and he wouldn’t want to point it at her anyway), but he doesn’t need it for this. Lup can see him cast a Mage Hand, and struggle with it for a bit until it’s basically overlaying his own. It gives him excuse to hold it out towards her, and also to try and tug at her cloak.]
Come on, we don’t have to go back there. There’s, uh... I mean, nobody’s up on the top floor, ‘n the kitchen’s there. Okay? ‘Ss always time for a three am pastry party featuring us, right?