Well, so long as I don't smell like an herb. I'd never hear the end of it if I ended up being Sorrel who smelled like sage.
[The joys of siblings, truly. Sorrel considered his options and then chooses at random. He doesn't know what a Syringa vulgaris is, or what kind of Orlesian nonsense it is to call a flower "vulgar" but it smells nice enough.]
That one.
[Which is, of course, his cue to slouch down against Adasse's chest like the unruly child he is. What is accessibility, you might ask? What does he care? Sorrel just wants to get as much warm water and as much warm Adasse as he can.]
So... What's got you in such a state, today, that you need to summon your handy bath-mage to make up for it? Not that I'm complaining, please notice that I'm very much not complaining.
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[The joys of siblings, truly. Sorrel considered his options and then chooses at random. He doesn't know what a Syringa vulgaris is, or what kind of Orlesian nonsense it is to call a flower "vulgar" but it smells nice enough.]
That one.
[Which is, of course, his cue to slouch down against Adasse's chest like the unruly child he is. What is accessibility, you might ask? What does he care? Sorrel just wants to get as much warm water and as much warm Adasse as he can.]
So... What's got you in such a state, today, that you need to summon your handy bath-mage to make up for it? Not that I'm complaining, please notice that I'm very much not complaining.