[ Being manhandled shouldn't be surprising, but it is, and he makes a soft noise as if to protest it; he can walk, it's all right. But he's also known plenty of people like her, and his protests die on his lips as he's pulled and pushed in.
The Inn is warm but it doesn't seem to touch the ice clinging in him, his eyes sweeping around to take it in. He needs fire. ]
I-
[ No, he wants to say. Don't let him be a burden on you. Then his eyes land on her ears and he blinks, momentarily taken aback. Beastman?
And then something outside the window speaks in his voice and demands the sacrifice. End the Winter. His bones ache with a cold worse than Shiva's ice and the amulet drags. He does not mean to hit her with the sad dog look but there it is. Saddest puppy man. ]
no subject
The Inn is warm but it doesn't seem to touch the ice clinging in him, his eyes sweeping around to take it in. He needs fire. ]
I-
[ No, he wants to say. Don't let him be a burden on you. Then his eyes land on her ears and he blinks, momentarily taken aback. Beastman?
And then something outside the window speaks in his voice and demands the sacrifice. End the Winter. His bones ache with a cold worse than Shiva's ice and the amulet drags. He does not mean to hit her with the sad dog look but there it is. Saddest puppy man. ]
... Yes. Please.