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I mean, I think so. But um. I can't. I'm still with the healers.
[His voice is always quiet, but it has been especially so for this exchange, since there are people trying to sleep around him.]
I can... meet you at the gate, if they let me walk around.
[His voice is always quiet, but it has been especially so for this exchange, since there are people trying to sleep around him.]
I can... meet you at the gate, if they let me walk around.
[ After a little bit of thought: ]
His nose is nice. He's got a strong nose.
[ It's always the noses. ]
His nose is nice. He's got a strong nose.
[ It's always the noses. ]
[Cade and his bandaged leg are waiting up at the top, sitting on the stairs that lead into the arch of the portcullis and wrapped up in a nice warm winter coat. He smiles a little when he sees Alistair, because he can't be aggravated 100% of the time. And he came all this way!]
I should go fetch him right now and tell him that you're interested in him. I bet I could do it with a straight face.
[ That's a lie. ]
...I do think I'll recommend him talking to you at some point, though. It might help put unresolved matters to rest.
[ That's a lie. ]
...I do think I'll recommend him talking to you at some point, though. It might help put unresolved matters to rest.
Maybe. [Cade looks around, and is pleased to find that the area is mostly empty, save for a guard here and there doing what they do.]
Or... I don't know. Somewhere warmer. [Up on a mountain in the middle of Guardian isn't exactly a comfortable place and time to be spending a lot of time outside.]
...the kitchen? [Ascending too many stairs in his present state would be a mistake.]
Or... I don't know. Somewhere warmer. [Up on a mountain in the middle of Guardian isn't exactly a comfortable place and time to be spending a lot of time outside.]
...the kitchen? [Ascending too many stairs in his present state would be a mistake.]
[ Alistair brightens up -- food! he loves food! -- and then briefly looks eyebrow-creasingly thoughtful, mouth and gaze both twisted to one side, before he remembers Sabine doesn't really work in the kitchens anymore and brightens again. Not that he doesn't like to see her. He just would prefer not to see her while he's talking to Cade about this particular thing. And he would prefer for Cade not to see Alistair seeing her, with how dopey his face probably gets.
Anyway. ]
Sure. [ He starts that way, at a slow shuffling pace meant to allow Cade to keep up. ] I haven't eaten in at least an hour... How's your leg? Or whatever it is you hurt.
Anyway. ]
Sure. [ He starts that way, at a slow shuffling pace meant to allow Cade to keep up. ] I haven't eaten in at least an hour... How's your leg? Or whatever it is you hurt.
[An hour doesn't seem like very long, but Cade has heard things about the Wardens and their bottomless stomachs, so he doesn't comment. It's not like he never gets peckish himself.
He smiles uncertainly at Alistair as he hobbles his way across the courtyard-- of course it's his leg-- but he still looks down at it and shrugs.]
Um. It's fine.
[It's super not, but... he's Cade.
When they reach the kitchen, he carefully lowers himself onto a bench at the table, where a few odds and ends have been left out for the people who inevitably come and go throughout the night.]
He smiles uncertainly at Alistair as he hobbles his way across the courtyard-- of course it's his leg-- but he still looks down at it and shrugs.]
Um. It's fine.
[It's super not, but... he's Cade.
When they reach the kitchen, he carefully lowers himself onto a bench at the table, where a few odds and ends have been left out for the people who inevitably come and go throughout the night.]
...I don't know. I mean. It was a long time ago. Would it settle any issues with his past--? Or it could just involve him learning that his village wasn't as innocent as he thought it was.
I. I don't know. I guess I'll wait until I know him better, and ask?
I. I don't know. I guess I'll wait until I know him better, and ask?
[Cade is partway through helping himself to a sweet roll when Alistair zeroes in, and though he's hardly surprised, it does give him pause.]
...right... [he stalls.
And then proceeds to stare at the table and not talk at all, but at least he has the decency to look troubled. He's been hoping for decades for this problem to go away, and confronting it has never been a possibility. And then there was the Fade, and...
...well, the damage is done.
Cade looks almost frozen, like if he holds completely still the world will forget he's here and move on without him.]
...right... [he stalls.
And then proceeds to stare at the table and not talk at all, but at least he has the decency to look troubled. He's been hoping for decades for this problem to go away, and confronting it has never been a possibility. And then there was the Fade, and...
...well, the damage is done.
Cade looks almost frozen, like if he holds completely still the world will forget he's here and move on without him.]
[ Alistair puts his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand, turned at an angle to try to get into Cade's peripheral vision, if not the actual path of his gaze—eyes wide, eyelashes batting, the very picture of patient interest. Patient interest overdone to make a point.
He walked all the way up here, man. ]
He walked all the way up here, man. ]
[Some time passes in which Cade deliberates, measuring his words and his emotions to ensure that he doesn't say something completely idiotic as soon as he opens his mouth.]
...no... [he murmurs-- he's not in trouble. At least not yet.]
...but I think I made Cyril angry.
...no... [he murmurs-- he's not in trouble. At least not yet.]
...but I think I made Cyril angry.
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