The words sting and earn a flinch, pride flayed open. Emet's tired eyes turn away, but he does not pull from Hyth's embrace, merely goes cold in it. Leaning against him, he makes no move to get up or leave his side, but stares at something in the distance. A toppled table couldn't possibly be that interesting, but Emet-Selch looks at it all the same.
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Date: 2022-08-15 06:20 am (UTC)