[ Truly he had not expected to gain her trust, nor for her to gain his. Their initial meeting was full of venom spat at one another, to wound, to frighten. Both so full of pride and anger and a great amount of hatred for others, he for humans, and her for her own kind. Ironic, then, that somewhere along the thing they went from spitting cats to this.
He has pulled out his pipe as she begins to skin the rabbits and lit it, inhaling a herb he refuses to name. His lungs seize against it, threaten to cough, but he ignores it. Something he has gotten good at over the years. ]
You had doubts?
[ Iorveth's singular gaze flicks to her, eyebrow raising from behind his head scarf. ]
B)
He has pulled out his pipe as she begins to skin the rabbits and lit it, inhaling a herb he refuses to name. His lungs seize against it, threaten to cough, but he ignores it. Something he has gotten good at over the years. ]
You had doubts?
[ Iorveth's singular gaze flicks to her, eyebrow raising from behind his head scarf. ]