[A flicker of hesitation crosses Mikleo's expression for a moment, but he shrugs it off stubbornly and allows his body to dissolve into light, drawn to Sorey's body as effortlessly as ever. He gives himself a moment to feel it out, to take in the sensation of being tucked away into his corner of the Shepherd's soul, warm and safe. It feels the same, just like it should. Familiar, and...
...well, it makes sense. His hesitation hadn't had anything to do with Sorey, anyway. And he knows he needs to be up front about that, too.]
For a while. I thought I'd find some natural water, maybe try to realign myself a bit. Anyway, you haven't needed my help with this sort of thing for years.
[The message is subtle, accompanied by the return of his initial discomfort- he's already having difficulty with food. A proper hunt would be so much worse, so he can't stay.
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...well, it makes sense. His hesitation hadn't had anything to do with Sorey, anyway. And he knows he needs to be up front about that, too.]
For a while. I thought I'd find some natural water, maybe try to realign myself a bit. Anyway, you haven't needed my help with this sort of thing for years.
[The message is subtle, accompanied by the return of his initial discomfort- he's already having difficulty with food. A proper hunt would be so much worse, so he can't stay.
That okay?]