#ameridan:verse:dnd

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[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off. (+ Ameridan. Food? Dirt? Blood? Who knows;; )

BEYOND THE STORM | @winterfollows

"...I am making a mess, aren't I?"

He laughs, tilting his head slightly (being taller than his companion is a rare but pleasant change) so Haleir can reach to wipe whatever it is off his cheek. The small kitchen towards the back of his house in the Lower City was a mess before and is even more of a mess now. But he hasn't made food for anyone else in so long. It has just been him and Little Dread and the wolf would much rather have a raw steak from the butcher's than anything that has ever been close to an oven. So what if Ameridan gets flour everywhere and the pie crust is uneven; he is distracted from baking by the fact that he has someone to bake for.

"Thank you", he says as Haleir steps back --- meaning less for the clean-up, and more for the company. "Whatever would I do without you?"