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Darnell: *will still /thank/ them for their work and will lead Mitham to the dining hall where they can settle to wait . . . though he'll let himself put his head down on his folded arms for "just a moment" and wind up dosing off*

Mitham: *nudges him when food is brought* No, ma'am, he really is hungry, he's just tired too. He's been working hard.

Darnell: *flinches and sits up, rubbing his face with both hands* Mnn...s-sorry. I'm sorry. *gives the woman a grin* Thank you, miss!

J'har: *she gives a sheepish little smile and a little bow.* It's nothing, milord. I just did not wish to disturb you if you preferred to rest.

Darnell: *wry grin* No, it's fine. It's just been a really, /really/ long day already. *will accept his plate gratefully*

J'har: *small sympathetic smile* Some good food should help with that, milord. Please let me know if there's anything else you need.

Darnell: I will, thank you, miss. *will dig in...he really is hungry, this whole affair really has taken a lot out of him*

Mitham: *is digging in too.* So what happens now?

Darnell: I'm not sure. I'd like to stay at least a night, make /sure/ there aren't any further attacks . . . probably go ahead and stay here the week if Lord DuPrae is all right with it, which I'm sure he will be. Check on Shaila periodically. I'll pick up more supplies and clothes for you both - /you/ already need another new shirt. *said with a wry grin, nodding at his bloody sides and sleeves* If there's nothing else, when Shaila's well enough, we'll start for home.

Mitham: *glances...* ...Sorry...

Darnell: *soft huff of a laugh, shaking his head* You couldn't have known. Besides, the blood can be washed out. No harm done. *really, he's not upset at all - if anything, he's lightly teasing* *studies him* Thank you, by the way. I think you've saved me /twice/ now. That was very brave, what you did. Darting into the room and kicking at the stone.

Mitham: *looks at Darnell.* I... He looked connected to it, I did't... know what else to do. All his attention was on you and the lady. *a beat* Was she really your mom?

Darnell: ............... *eyes go /wet/ again and he nods, looking away* Yup . . . s-she really...was. She said the pendant summoned her. *puts down his utensils to prop his face in a hand for a moment, grieving again - he misses her so much...*

Mitham: *that makes his own eyes wet and he pauses to rest a hand on Darnell* ...What a gift... to see her again. *he'd give almost anything to see his mom again, even if he couldn't touch or speak to her... just to see her.* 

Darnell: *n-nods . . . pulls a deep breath, sniffing, and will stand to shift around the table and /hug/ Mitham for a moment before resettling to finish eating*

Mitham: *can’t help the soft huffsob at the hug, /clinging/ back. He’s regained control by the time Darnell lets him go.* ...I wonder how Shaila’s doing... *changing subjects and refocusing elsewhere...*