"You appear to misunderstand the extent of his injuries," Elidibus answers while handling a spot on the back that the amaro was happy to have handled, being it was itchy. "If you are currently thinking of asking him at all." He looks at Irhya, eyes flicking with no particular surprise to the tell-tale bald patches. He probably noticed them before and seems to understand what they imply. "Then your mind is more addled by the curse than I first presumed. This would apply as much to your recovery as his." He seems somewhat frustrated that he has to explain this, though it doesn't appear to be specifically directed toward the miqo'te.
More likely, it's that attitude Ascians have toward mortal tedium which so often manifests. Being trapped in a mortal body and having to experience matters at their level has hardly alleviated Elidibus of a millennia-long prejudice.
"Ingrate...?" The vocabulary momentarily gives him pause. Elidibus understands what she means but it indicates he's a bit distracted that he even dwells on it. An impatient sigh escapes him and he finishes with the tools. They're set aside to be cleaned out and put back later. For now, he starts working on the new saddle. "Far be it for anyone other than myself to presume knowledge of what I am thinking. But it is not on of your lack of gratitude."
Cinch a belt, crouch to pull a strap under the belly, make sure nothing's pinching the wings. Small huffs of air might escape with his words from these exertions. "This curse which heightens base instincts to a point where you would proposition an enemy to not be an inconvenience to another enemy." You personally had a hand in destroying he doesn't add. But he's putting any current relationship between Irhya and Emet-Selch aside in favor of a reminder of their shared past.
The Emissary closes his eyes and calms himself down. "I am concerned you are not currently capable of following through upon rational thought. Do not treat it as disdain or a matter of selfish behavior. But as a symptom of a condition that I will acknowledge you are suffering." Rising, the Emissary pauses to regard Irhya over the expertly crafted and no doubt flashy saddle.
Of course, he can't help but have some disdain or bias toward mortals. They both probably know it. He's spoken directly about it. But he seems willing to acknowledge that this case is a little different than the usual mortal tropes. Elidibus sets about checking the fit of the saddle while letting Irhya mull over what he just said.
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Date: 13 Apr 2021 02:45 (UTC)More likely, it's that attitude Ascians have toward mortal tedium which so often manifests. Being trapped in a mortal body and having to experience matters at their level has hardly alleviated Elidibus of a millennia-long prejudice.
"Ingrate...?" The vocabulary momentarily gives him pause. Elidibus understands what she means but it indicates he's a bit distracted that he even dwells on it. An impatient sigh escapes him and he finishes with the tools. They're set aside to be cleaned out and put back later. For now, he starts working on the new saddle. "Far be it for anyone other than myself to presume knowledge of what I am thinking. But it is not on of your lack of gratitude."
Cinch a belt, crouch to pull a strap under the belly, make sure nothing's pinching the wings. Small huffs of air might escape with his words from these exertions. "This curse which heightens base instincts to a point where you would proposition an enemy to not be an inconvenience to another enemy." You personally had a hand in destroying he doesn't add. But he's putting any current relationship between Irhya and Emet-Selch aside in favor of a reminder of their shared past.
The Emissary closes his eyes and calms himself down. "I am concerned you are not currently capable of following through upon rational thought. Do not treat it as disdain or a matter of selfish behavior. But as a symptom of a condition that I will acknowledge you are suffering." Rising, the Emissary pauses to regard Irhya over the expertly crafted and no doubt flashy saddle.
Of course, he can't help but have some disdain or bias toward mortals. They both probably know it. He's spoken directly about it. But he seems willing to acknowledge that this case is a little different than the usual mortal tropes. Elidibus sets about checking the fit of the saddle while letting Irhya mull over what he just said.