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[ombranera]

I will write back as soon as possible.

Regards, Zevran

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[ombranera]

You need to give me the list of names of those that have shared your bed and run off afterward. I will have words with them. Pointed words.

[ And by words he means knives. ]

[arachnophobe]

Ah, c'mon, they don't need to be stuck full of blades. I've already given them shit anyway.

[He looks down at Lucci, who seems to have settled into quite the doze. Alejandro gently pries the bottle free and sets it aside.]

Overall, I mostly just have a lot to settle with. Where you want him?

[ombranera]

Perhaps not full- but a poke or two should teach them better.

[ Zevran nestles against Alejo for the moment, one hand stroking his son's cheek. So small. is everyone so small when they begin? ]

There is a pile of blankets to your right- that is where I set him. It is harder for him to roll off that way.

[arachnophobe]

Just a little poke.

[He watches Zevran for a moment, smiling a little more gently as he observes such a soft gesture from the elf. Carefully, Lucci is settled into the blankets.]

Does he need anything else?

[Alejandro pauses, then looks at Zevran.] Or you?

[ombranera]

He's healthy. [ The relief in Zevran's voice is clear, there. ] Somewhere to sleep and perhaps for his teeth to finally come in to bother him less, perhaps.

[ But Lucci is well. Zevran...is exhausted. ]

A few hours of rest would be nice.