Wren collects the nettles with a raised eyebrow, tying it all up into a
bundle he'll be able to carry when dawn comes. "Does that leave me alone to
be cruel enough to speak truly?" he asks, rhetorically. He's not, quite, a
man, but not one of the Folk either.
"I don't know if your beauty is genuine," he says, looking up with softer
eyes, "or what being in your debt would cost me, but I know you didn't have
to give me these if you didn't want to. And you have my thanks for that. As
for men, they can earn my faith the way anyone else does." He doesn't trust
most people naturally; the few he's allowed into his life have proven
themselves more than unusual.
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Date: 2015-05-14 02:21 am (UTC)Wren collects the nettles with a raised eyebrow, tying it all up into a bundle he'll be able to carry when dawn comes. "Does that leave me alone to be cruel enough to speak truly?" he asks, rhetorically. He's not, quite, a man, but not one of the Folk either.
"I don't know if your beauty is genuine," he says, looking up with softer eyes, "or what being in your debt would cost me, but I know you didn't have to give me these if you didn't want to. And you have my thanks for that. As for men, they can earn my faith the way anyone else does." He doesn't trust most people naturally; the few he's allowed into his life have proven themselves more than unusual.