[L nods, though Myr can't see the gesture, head hanging a little lower as he wraps clockwork fingers around the back of a chair and pulls it out just enough to tuck himself into the seat. As he reaches for a slice of bread, the notion occurs to him that it could be poisoned, something that he hasn't thought of in months... but if one thing would keep him from going after Niles, that would do it. He wonders, idly, which bite the poison would be in if it was, even as he understands that it would be ridiculous to call healers only to kill him later.
Unless Myr has learned more, while he was resting, and reached some new conclusion about what must be done? L takes a bite, chews thoughtfully, tries to detect any new flavor with a tongue that just hasn't been the same since Niles almost ripped it from his head.]
Who else have you talked to?
[The obvious question, to establish a baseline level of mutual understanding. Does Myr think he hurt himself? Does Myr know anything about Niles' involvement? Did Connor talk, did Niles talk? There are a few relevant variables.]
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Unless Myr has learned more, while he was resting, and reached some new conclusion about what must be done? L takes a bite, chews thoughtfully, tries to detect any new flavor with a tongue that just hasn't been the same since Niles almost ripped it from his head.]
Who else have you talked to?
[The obvious question, to establish a baseline level of mutual understanding. Does Myr think he hurt himself? Does Myr know anything about Niles' involvement? Did Connor talk, did Niles talk? There are a few relevant variables.]