Nonetheless, that can be a painful thing to bruise. You're in good company, at least.
[ In that Thancred's pride has also taken a blow from the sheer fact that he almost slipped and cracked his head open when he's meant to be fleet of foot. Urianger will hopefully not share the details of what happened here tonight with anyone else, though, the secret safe between them.
It seems that despite their rocky start, however, Urianger still wants to go forward with the bath. Thancred suspects it will do him good to soak in some warm water after what just transpired, and so he crosses the last bit of distance, gesturing with one hand when he plans to remove the towel so that Urianger can avert his gaze as needed, and then carefully stepping into the waiting water.
The nutkin remains on the outer edge of the bath, uninterested in the water itself but glancing between the two of them.
Thancred shrugs in response to Urianger's question, still processing this odd turn of events. ] It seems he'd rather observe. Still, who would have thought a nutkin of all things would turn up here? Did you happen to see where he came from?
It's a self-inflicted test, really, in an attempt to find out whether he really is getting better at this β and he's pleased to find that the heat around his ears remains at his ears as Thancred removes his towel. A body is simply a body, is it not? Thancred's is more defined than most, certainly, and bears the tale of his life writ across it in fading scars; uniqueness to be quietly appreciated, not feared.
Something warm settles into Urianger's gut as he smiles at his friend. )
Aye, a humiliation shared can be a most comforting thing.
( He replies, settling back against the bench as the nutkin looks at them expectantly. )
I am afraid not. 'Tis most curious: I have discovered little of these lands that harken back to Hydaelyn, and yet for this nutkin to appear so suddenly ...
( A thoughtful line creases his brow. )
Mayhap it slipped through the rift during one of our Summonings?
[ It's not as if Thancred could miss the fact that Urianger chooses not to look away this time. He doesn't stare or make it uncomfortable, but simply keeps his focus on Thancred for the short time between when he removes the towel and when the majority of his body disappears under the water. It does feels like some sort of progress, from a man who used to shield most of his body under a loose robe and who masked his face most of the time.
After settling down into a sit, Thancred lets out a long relieved sigh as the warmth of the water soaks into his muscles. Baths like these always feel the best after some exercise, and with their training sessions, there's been plenty of that.
As they both look at the nutkin, it chitters at them, its black eyes shining as its head tilts from side to side. Thancred considers Urianger's theory. ]
I suppose that's the only logical explanation, but it's never happened before. Then the question becomes, what changed?
[ Not that he expects Urianger to have the answer, but it is rather curious. Of all the things that might have slipped through, at least it was a harmless rodent. After a pause, Thancred reaches out to give the nutkin a gentle scratch on its head. ]
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[ In that Thancred's pride has also taken a blow from the sheer fact that he almost slipped and cracked his head open when he's meant to be fleet of foot. Urianger will hopefully not share the details of what happened here tonight with anyone else, though, the secret safe between them.
It seems that despite their rocky start, however, Urianger still wants to go forward with the bath. Thancred suspects it will do him good to soak in some warm water after what just transpired, and so he crosses the last bit of distance, gesturing with one hand when he plans to remove the towel so that Urianger can avert his gaze as needed, and then carefully stepping into the waiting water.
The nutkin remains on the outer edge of the bath, uninterested in the water itself but glancing between the two of them.
Thancred shrugs in response to Urianger's question, still processing this odd turn of events. ] It seems he'd rather observe. Still, who would have thought a nutkin of all things would turn up here? Did you happen to see where he came from?
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( Urianger doesn't avert his gaze.
It's a self-inflicted test, really, in an attempt to find out whether he really is getting better at this β and he's pleased to find that the heat around his ears remains at his ears as Thancred removes his towel. A body is simply a body, is it not? Thancred's is more defined than most, certainly, and bears the tale of his life writ across it in fading scars; uniqueness to be quietly appreciated, not feared.
Something warm settles into Urianger's gut as he smiles at his friend. )
Aye, a humiliation shared can be a most comforting thing.
( He replies, settling back against the bench as the nutkin looks at them expectantly. )
I am afraid not. 'Tis most curious: I have discovered little of these lands that harken back to Hydaelyn, and yet for this nutkin to appear so suddenly ...
( A thoughtful line creases his brow. )
Mayhap it slipped through the rift during one of our Summonings?
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After settling down into a sit, Thancred lets out a long relieved sigh as the warmth of the water soaks into his muscles. Baths like these always feel the best after some exercise, and with their training sessions, there's been plenty of that.
As they both look at the nutkin, it chitters at them, its black eyes shining as its head tilts from side to side. Thancred considers Urianger's theory. ]
I suppose that's the only logical explanation, but it's never happened before. Then the question becomes, what changed?
[ Not that he expects Urianger to have the answer, but it is rather curious. Of all the things that might have slipped through, at least it was a harmless rodent. After a pause, Thancred reaches out to give the nutkin a gentle scratch on its head. ]