He holds up a hand defensively, that disingenuous smile making an appearance. "I'm fine, Glacius. It's tiring work at times."
And it truly is, though the exhaustion and occasional numbness Carlisle feels in his limbs is admittedly troubling. The temporary loss of sensation isn't new; however, it didn't used to occur as often as it does now. It crops up on occasion when he expends any kind of energy -- even just the physical kind -- and has ever since he exhausted himself so thoroughly the first time Armand attacked him. How time does move so quickly in the city, as it has already been months since then.
He'd thought at first it might simply be magical fatigue, but he wonders now if he managed to wound himself in a more permanent fashion when he seared his veins from the inside out.
He motions for Glacius to keep sitting, and gets back to work on the bread. "You'll want to be careful with the fanged ivy, as it's quite prickly, though I assume your icy layer will keep you safer than my clothing when I handle them."
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And it truly is, though the exhaustion and occasional numbness Carlisle feels in his limbs is admittedly troubling. The temporary loss of sensation isn't new; however, it didn't used to occur as often as it does now. It crops up on occasion when he expends any kind of energy -- even just the physical kind -- and has ever since he exhausted himself so thoroughly the first time Armand attacked him. How time does move so quickly in the city, as it has already been months since then.
He'd thought at first it might simply be magical fatigue, but he wonders now if he managed to wound himself in a more permanent fashion when he seared his veins from the inside out.
He motions for Glacius to keep sitting, and gets back to work on the bread. "You'll want to be careful with the fanged ivy, as it's quite prickly, though I assume your icy layer will keep you safer than my clothing when I handle them."