[ Thank god this particular magical being has muscle—Hwylryn's easy to pull off the table for him, without disturbing either of the bodies much.
He frowns. ]
You know I'm not going to do that.
[ After a second of thought, he shifts, taking of his fancy jacket, and hands it to Hwylryn. Use it as a sheet or a blanket or a change of clothes or whatever. ]
I know it's hard, but...you have to make it through this. [ ... ] For Mithra?
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He frowns. ]
You know I'm not going to do that.
[ After a second of thought, he shifts, taking of his fancy jacket, and hands it to Hwylryn. Use it as a sheet or a blanket or a change of clothes or whatever. ]
I know it's hard, but...you have to make it through this. [ ... ] For Mithra?