In-Character Contact

[writteninblood]

Sorrel, you can't write that on your letterbox! she told me.
Well, I say, why not? It's not like shemlen can read.

Comments

[writteninblood]

What help is it you think you can give?

[He is not being fair, he knows. Buthe's tired, stressed, and just... just wants Beleth back as she was. Acid-tongue and glaring and always, always at his back. Kind in those small ways, when it was just the two of them, so that he always knew, no matter what, he could trust her honesty.

Not this, not this kind of trusting. Like a child.]

I know you fancy her, but I don't know you, and I'm not leaving her alone with just anyone.

[judgemewhole]

I can bring food, medicines from the healers, perhaps entertainment to keep her occupied. I ... also do not want to be alone with her.

[With her, not in her right mind and not remembering any of them? No, that was a danger.]

[writteninblood]

[There is a long, fraught silence. Sorrel would give anything, endure any hardship, for Beleth's sake. There's nothing in the world he wouldn't do. But that doesn't make it easy, that doesn't stop him from tiring.]

...Alright. But if you do anything, anything, if she becomes distressed or-- you leave, got it?

[judgemewhole]

[There is a sharp exhale of relief, before James states simply.]

I will absolutely leave, the moment I begin to upset her. What do you require?

[writteninblood]

Someone to cart water for a bath, later.

[It takes a surprising amount of icemelt to fill a bath and even then you have to heat it. Sorrel's just one mage, and not a particularly powerful one, at that.]

...Food is always a help. A clean change of bedding maybe.

[judgemewhole]

I can do ... all of the above.

[For a chance to be with her.]