There's another book for that. This seems a collection of personal notations, with a dissertation on the memories of an Eighth Umbral Calamity completely missing. No doubt it can be asked after another time. Elidibus fetches the water out again, now room temperature at least and a drink is taken. Due consideration is given between the gift of feathers and the water. He does suffer a fleeting thought that his limited abilities with magic could cool it down. But wouldn't that be a waste? A square of cloth is pulled out and the feathers wrapped carefully away to be tucked safely back into the satchel along with the bottle of water.
And yes, though Elidibus might not admit it and it may not be discernable through the general cycle of calming down, the touch of his Bondmate has help eased the pace of his heart.
And made the Emissary willing to speak in the first place, of such private matters as his fears.
Speaking about the matter of what to do about sleeping, Elidibus is suddenly conscious that there is no real discomfort in their position. It's only a little awkward now that he's thinking about how much in contact he is with his fellow Ascian. But somehow this dratted mortal host had reacted on its own again to shift into the most comfortable position. As if the accursed bean bag chair wasn't bad enough. Elidibus sighs.
"No, it seems there is not any reason. Though it may prove a bit uncomfortable later... Hm. Desist with your talons for a moment, if you will."
The matter was given a moment's reflection and the 'why later' is easily answered. Sitting up just enough, Elidibus begins to remove the sleeveless turtleneck to leave his torso bare. Yes, the matter of Lahabrea's body temperature has been a bit troublesome, though the shirt itself is not going far. Some sort of barrier has to be used as a mat between the constant temperature spikes and bare hyur flesh.
There. Settling back down, the Ascian cranes his head so he can look up at Lahabrea. "I would recommend against using alcohol as a vector." Let's just say by this time he's had a recent... experience on such matters.
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And yes, though Elidibus might not admit it and it may not be discernable through the general cycle of calming down, the touch of his Bondmate has help eased the pace of his heart.
And made the Emissary willing to speak in the first place, of such private matters as his fears.
Speaking about the matter of what to do about sleeping, Elidibus is suddenly conscious that there is no real discomfort in their position. It's only a little awkward now that he's thinking about how much in contact he is with his fellow Ascian. But somehow this dratted mortal host had reacted on its own again to shift into the most comfortable position. As if the accursed bean bag chair wasn't bad enough. Elidibus sighs.
"No, it seems there is not any reason. Though it may prove a bit uncomfortable later... Hm. Desist with your talons for a moment, if you will."
The matter was given a moment's reflection and the 'why later' is easily answered. Sitting up just enough, Elidibus begins to remove the sleeveless turtleneck to leave his torso bare. Yes, the matter of Lahabrea's body temperature has been a bit troublesome, though the shirt itself is not going far. Some sort of barrier has to be used as a mat between the constant temperature spikes and bare hyur flesh.
There. Settling back down, the Ascian cranes his head so he can look up at Lahabrea. "I would recommend against using alcohol as a vector." Let's just say by this time he's had a recent... experience on such matters.