[ Zevran smiles against the pad of Bull's thumb- something smaller and sweeter than his usual practiced smirks. Broken down like this he's at his most honest, even if he's coming back into his skin.
His pleasantly sore skin, rolling over to sit up doesn't happen without a faint groan. Maker, that was a ride. ]
I do not mind it- I simply am unaccustomed to it? [ He takes the glass and a careful sip before shrugging. ] But I do not mind it. This is...pleasant.
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His pleasantly sore skin, rolling over to sit up doesn't happen without a faint groan. Maker, that was a ride. ]
I do not mind it- I simply am unaccustomed to it? [ He takes the glass and a careful sip before shrugging. ] But I do not mind it. This is...pleasant.