As soon as the nature of Urianger's condition had become clear to the two of them, any future plans regarding their pilgrimage had been quickly snuffed out. Thancred and Urianger had seen for themselves while traveling through Ilsabard how so much of the star is in disarray, and how squabbles have broken out between peoples now that the fate of the very universe is no longer hanging over their heads. That's reason enough to cancel further traveling until they can decide what their futures will even look like.
It's not as if Thancred can just go wherever he wishes when there's the well-being of a newborn babe to consider.
Yet while he understands this all too well and had worked with both the Warrior of Light and Vrtra to ensure that there are comfortable and private accommodations set up in Radz-at-Han for Urianger, it's as if all of his hard work has been for naught. The moment he left for even a brief period in hopes of tracking down his mentor (and no luck there), Urianger had taken his chance to sneak out and go on yet another adventure with the supposedly disbanded Scions.
It's hard not to be furious, if he's honest. It's as if he's the only one who's taking this seriously. Urianger may still be at a point where he can wander about in public without attracting any attention, but that doesn't mean that he should be going into monster-ridden dungeons beneath the Bounty.
He has some choice words for Y'shtola and the Warrior alike, but it's Urianger who comes to find him first. He'll give him that much, at least, but it hardly undoes his reckless actions.
While Urianger looks in perfectly fine health as he climbs the stairs, Thancred can still see that he's the slightest bit slower than he would be normally, and that the extra weight he's carrying is beginning to take its toll. He watches as the fabric of his robes sometimes catches against his middle, and is once again made dizzy with the realization of what it means. One way or another, they're having a child together. Perhaps it's something they would have talked about and planned at some point in the future, but he certainly hadn't expected it to be now.
He's doing his best, which is why it's so damnably frustrating when his concerns for his loved one's well-being are ignored. So here he stands, arms crossed tight over his chest, one foot tapping as Urianger moves to meet him. He notes that his face is flushed — does a simple climb up the stairs take that much out of him, now?
"And how easily could that not have been the case, I would query. I don't care how many experienced combatants you had with you, Urianger, you should not have been there to begin with. Even a climb up these stairs has left you winded."
It doesn't occur to him why else Urianger might be red in the face.
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It's not as if Thancred can just go wherever he wishes when there's the well-being of a newborn babe to consider.
Yet while he understands this all too well and had worked with both the Warrior of Light and Vrtra to ensure that there are comfortable and private accommodations set up in Radz-at-Han for Urianger, it's as if all of his hard work has been for naught. The moment he left for even a brief period in hopes of tracking down his mentor (and no luck there), Urianger had taken his chance to sneak out and go on yet another adventure with the supposedly disbanded Scions.
It's hard not to be furious, if he's honest. It's as if he's the only one who's taking this seriously. Urianger may still be at a point where he can wander about in public without attracting any attention, but that doesn't mean that he should be going into monster-ridden dungeons beneath the Bounty.
He has some choice words for Y'shtola and the Warrior alike, but it's Urianger who comes to find him first. He'll give him that much, at least, but it hardly undoes his reckless actions.
While Urianger looks in perfectly fine health as he climbs the stairs, Thancred can still see that he's the slightest bit slower than he would be normally, and that the extra weight he's carrying is beginning to take its toll. He watches as the fabric of his robes sometimes catches against his middle, and is once again made dizzy with the realization of what it means. One way or another, they're having a child together. Perhaps it's something they would have talked about and planned at some point in the future, but he certainly hadn't expected it to be now.
He's doing his best, which is why it's so damnably frustrating when his concerns for his loved one's well-being are ignored. So here he stands, arms crossed tight over his chest, one foot tapping as Urianger moves to meet him. He notes that his face is flushed — does a simple climb up the stairs take that much out of him, now?
"And how easily could that not have been the case, I would query. I don't care how many experienced combatants you had with you, Urianger, you should not have been there to begin with. Even a climb up these stairs has left you winded."
It doesn't occur to him why else Urianger might be red in the face.