He can't help but be a bit concerned; she said she's been asleep for a long time. If he's here too, perhaps that means he's not meant to wake up. He's not sure what he did to warrant something like that.
(Though, really, he's also not sure if he'd really mind staying here. He likes it much better than the gardens, and the company is better.)
At her obvious spark of intrigue, the Servant spares a glance to the storm clouds. "I'd think so," he answers after a moment of thought. "I suppose it's more that— I feel as if it belongs with me?"
The words are out of his mouth before he really thinks better of them. He's not sure if he regrets saying them, exactly, but there's a shade of embarrassment that creeps up on him afterwards. Hiding his emotions isn't exactly his strong front, but he tries to cover for the sheepishness that becomes obvious on his face. "What about you?" She had seemed rather happy to stumble upon his dream home, after all.
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(Though, really, he's also not sure if he'd really mind staying here. He likes it much better than the gardens, and the company is better.)
At her obvious spark of intrigue, the Servant spares a glance to the storm clouds. "I'd think so," he answers after a moment of thought. "I suppose it's more that— I feel as if it belongs with me?"
The words are out of his mouth before he really thinks better of them. He's not sure if he regrets saying them, exactly, but there's a shade of embarrassment that creeps up on him afterwards. Hiding his emotions isn't exactly his strong front, but he tries to cover for the sheepishness that becomes obvious on his face. "What about you?" She had seemed rather happy to stumble upon his dream home, after all.