[ As Dion begins to talk back, Joshua smiles toward the cabinets. He'd hoped he could coax Dion into conversation. And it's so casual, too. ]
Truly? Harpocrates was once your tutor? What a small world...
[ He's learned a great deal from Harpocrates. A very kind, very learned man. The times that Joshua has had questions, they've sometimes gone on for a good hour poring over tomes and discussing theories. He could very easily see the man teaching a child.
Joshua peers through the cabinets, searching for the mugs. There had been some in theirs when they had moved in, and thankfully the same seems to be true here, too. But just as he's reaching to grasp two handles, Dion makes that comment, and he pauses to look back over his shoulder. Really?
But no. He sees that sparkle, the smile on his face. Ah. Dion is joking. ]
You are wise, Dion Lesage. Especially considering your healer now knows where you reside.
[ He takes a scoop of leaves from the tin for each cup, then replaces the lid. Now all there is to do is wait for the water to boil. So, he turns around, leaning his hips back against the edge of the counter and folding his arms. A habit he's picked up from Clive, minus the brooding. ]
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Truly? Harpocrates was once your tutor? What a small world...
[ He's learned a great deal from Harpocrates. A very kind, very learned man. The times that Joshua has had questions, they've sometimes gone on for a good hour poring over tomes and discussing theories. He could very easily see the man teaching a child.
Joshua peers through the cabinets, searching for the mugs. There had been some in theirs when they had moved in, and thankfully the same seems to be true here, too. But just as he's reaching to grasp two handles, Dion makes that comment, and he pauses to look back over his shoulder. Really?
But no. He sees that sparkle, the smile on his face. Ah. Dion is joking. ]
You are wise, Dion Lesage. Especially considering your healer now knows where you reside.
[ He takes a scoop of leaves from the tin for each cup, then replaces the lid. Now all there is to do is wait for the water to boil. So, he turns around, leaning his hips back against the edge of the counter and folding his arms. A habit he's picked up from Clive, minus the brooding. ]
How are your wounds? Not bad, I hope?