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04.Sep.18, 02:55 AM
N’mor smiled softly at Z’rin’s obvious emotions to his announcement of the little girl sending a letter after he had sent one to tell them Z’rin was fine, if injured. He didn’t make any comment, though, as he let the bluerider cling to the note, his own hand going to the back of Z’rin’s neck and massaging gently, lazily content to let the bluerider read the note in his own time. As such, N’mor was slightly surprised when the note we held back out towards him. “Sure,” mild amusement lingered in his tone, and he took the note, carefully unfolding it and spreading it across his knee.
Reading the note in a clear, if low voice, N’mor appreciated the fact that the mother had clearly written it. Her handwriting wasn’t outstanding, but it was legible and much better than N’mor imagined an emotional child’s to be; he couldn’t remember how old the girl was off the top of his head. Somewhere around Amorandii’s age, which was why he’d thought to contact her and her mother. His little sister had just about had hysterics when she’d found out he’d been injured, and according to his father, been all but impossible between learning so, and talking to him once he’d regained consciousness after losing his arm. N’mor liked to imagine she’d have a bit more decorum now, being older, but either way - he did not want to be attacked by an angry pre-teen if Z’rin’s daughter had found out N’mor had had firelizards at his disposal and had not sent her one with Information regarding Z’rin’s health.
Once he’d finished, N’mor paused and carefully folded the letter back up, letting Z’rin have a few moments to gather himself, if he needed it, before N’mor put the letter on the edge of the bluerider’s pillow for him. “We can reply to her later,” it was probably a bit early to be sending firelizards into people’s bedrooms, especially pre-teens. The kid could be an early riser, but chances were that she was not!
With his hand back on Z’rin’s neck, N’mor snorted. “And I have been both sleeping and eating.” Not a lot, granted, but he had eaten the day before and he’d gotten a couple of hours sleep in there, somewhere. A bath would probably be a good idea, but honestly, everything and everyone reeked of smoke, and N’mor had washed his face and hands, so it wasn’t like he looked grimy, even if he had just been giving Z’rin a go for having smokey hair.
Reading the note in a clear, if low voice, N’mor appreciated the fact that the mother had clearly written it. Her handwriting wasn’t outstanding, but it was legible and much better than N’mor imagined an emotional child’s to be; he couldn’t remember how old the girl was off the top of his head. Somewhere around Amorandii’s age, which was why he’d thought to contact her and her mother. His little sister had just about had hysterics when she’d found out he’d been injured, and according to his father, been all but impossible between learning so, and talking to him once he’d regained consciousness after losing his arm. N’mor liked to imagine she’d have a bit more decorum now, being older, but either way - he did not want to be attacked by an angry pre-teen if Z’rin’s daughter had found out N’mor had had firelizards at his disposal and had not sent her one with Information regarding Z’rin’s health.
Once he’d finished, N’mor paused and carefully folded the letter back up, letting Z’rin have a few moments to gather himself, if he needed it, before N’mor put the letter on the edge of the bluerider’s pillow for him. “We can reply to her later,” it was probably a bit early to be sending firelizards into people’s bedrooms, especially pre-teens. The kid could be an early riser, but chances were that she was not!
With his hand back on Z’rin’s neck, N’mor snorted. “And I have been both sleeping and eating.” Not a lot, granted, but he had eaten the day before and he’d gotten a couple of hours sleep in there, somewhere. A bath would probably be a good idea, but honestly, everything and everyone reeked of smoke, and N’mor had washed his face and hands, so it wasn’t like he looked grimy, even if he had just been giving Z’rin a go for having smokey hair.
