( There's a moment of pause as Hythlodaeus forces himself to pull himself together; he doesn't let his lip wobble for all a little pink immediately rises into his cheeks. A single breath, then a smile of easy contentment as he lifts his mug to his lips again: )
He is.
(He's the same. Emet-Selch is his, they remember the same friend, and Hythlodaeus feels the knot of panic sitting low in his gut finally begin to unwind. He sags noticably, letting his head drop back against the headboard for a moment as he exhales a shaky sigh. )
Well, then! That settles the first of what I assume will be the myriad of difficult questions ahead.
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Heβ is?
( There's a moment of pause as Hythlodaeus forces himself to pull himself together; he doesn't let his lip wobble for all a little pink immediately rises into his cheeks. A single breath, then a smile of easy contentment as he lifts his mug to his lips again: )
He is.
( He's the same. Emet-Selch is his, they remember the same friend, and Hythlodaeus feels the knot of panic sitting low in his gut finally begin to unwind. He sags noticably, letting his head drop back against the headboard for a moment as he exhales a shaky sigh. )
Well, then! That settles the first of what I assume will be the myriad of difficult questions ahead.