[There it is: They've reached the bounds of this discussion, here and now. There are a multitude of reasons not to push it, not least among them L's battered state, yet there's a part of Myr still that aches to do it--that tendency in him to hunt a thought to its conclusion, push an argument to its end. That same tendency that brought them together, that means he's the one here for the morning-afters, to pick his Bonded up however L needed-- Oh, there are doubtless more pleasant ways Myr could be spending his morning, but it would not occur to wish for them now.]
You are welcome, [the faun says, a grave formality to his voice; one that does not hide the unstinting warmth in him, even so.] We're Bonded, after all; and I'm glad to.
[He would be glad to do worse and harder, if it could keep L from another such night.
He holds his arm out for L, inclining his head to the question.]
We should. And, I suspect, ask about healers on our way out. [All his understanding of things like brothels was book-knowledge, but surely the serials had gotten it right that the proprietors of such places would have healers with a sense of discretion among their contacts.]
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You are welcome, [the faun says, a grave formality to his voice; one that does not hide the unstinting warmth in him, even so.] We're Bonded, after all; and I'm glad to.
[He would be glad to do worse and harder, if it could keep L from another such night.
He holds his arm out for L, inclining his head to the question.]
We should. And, I suspect, ask about healers on our way out. [All his understanding of things like brothels was book-knowledge, but surely the serials had gotten it right that the proprietors of such places would have healers with a sense of discretion among their contacts.]