[ It's true; in his own tremendously private way, Estinien had been concerned for the boy. The outburst had been...disconcerting. Though given his experience with Alphinaud, he should have known that even boys as articulate as he were prone to surges of emotion.
Perhaps that is why.
Perhaps he was reminded of such things. ] ...so it is.
[ The sensation is foreign. A lingering warmth that tingles in his nerves and up along the surface of his skin. Pleasant.
He doesn't care for it.
He can't control it, apparently; so of course he doesn't care for it. He let's go of Titus's hands. ]
no subject
Perhaps that is why.
Perhaps he was reminded of such things. ] ...so it is.
[ The sensation is foreign. A lingering warmth that tingles in his nerves and up along the surface of his skin. Pleasant.
He doesn't care for it.
He can't control it, apparently; so of course he doesn't care for it. He let's go of Titus's hands. ]
Then all is well.