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[ Yes, well, though this is far from X’rhun’s first jaunt across time and space, being in a new world - even one nine-tenths annihilated - means there are new things to see. Even if that new thing is a sprawling desert.

X’rhun does as he’s bid, slipping out of his cloak and shaking the sand from the folds in the fabric before he takes a seat. Once settled, he casts around the place. There is certainly a… prevailing mood, and somewhat knowing the inn’s purpose, it is no small wonder the place isn’t grimmer. The men and women who care for the inn’s tenants are likely to thank for that, and X’rhun finds himself admiring their courage. He’s better when faced with a foe he can fell with his blade, and to do what they do would put him out of his depth - or so he believes.

But if he is to stay here with Alisaie, which he absolutely plans to do, he’s going to have to learn. ]

I am not so old and frail a little walk across the desert has me longing for rest.

[ He says, already sitting down. ]

Is that so?

[ she watches while he sits, to see that he is comfortable, before she crosses past him toward an iron pot of stew. it's already warmed up from lunchtime, so it's easy enough for her to ladle a good helping into a bowl, sliding it onto the table with a heel of bread, before scooping herself a serving as well, and plopping a pitcher of water between them.

and at last, she drops down heavily on the bench across from his. bon appétit!! ]

Are you sure those bones of yours aren't a little old and creaky?

[ Sharing a meal with her is a little bittersweet. There should be a third member at this table, and a myriad of animals crowding around their feet, but instead it is only the two of them. That’s a blessing in itself, and not one he is quick to overlook, but he cannot help but being reminded of another time.

He waves his spoon at her, as if he’s trying to scold her. It doesn’t work terribly well, because even if as a mentor he can put his foot down, it’s a different story when he plays the part of a parent. ]

If there is any creaking around here, I assure you, it is not coming from me. This poor table, perhaps.

[ x'rhun isn't the only one feeling that keen absence, one alisaie has been feeling for quite some time now, reminded of a world that feels a lifetime away, like a fever dream behind them. honestly, sometimes she wonders if she had made the entire thing up, if it had not happened at all, but the memories are too real, too strong, stuck stubbornly to her heart. rhun's presence here stirs up that old pain, but gods, it is worth the feeling to have him here, to see his face, to hear his voice. ]

Are you so sure about that?

[ she teases with ease, her mouth curling in a sharp smile while she tears off a hunk of hard bread to dip into the stew's broth. ]

I could get you some ointment for those old knees of yours, if you like.

[ she got that ICY HOT HANDY!! this ungrateful daughter ]

Quite sure, thank you!

[ This child!!

Any attempt at indignance is lost in his smile – for as bittersweet as this is, it’s good for the both of them. He’d been worried sick about her, constantly kicking himself for not finding his way to her side sooner, and to see her grin and tease is like a weight off his heart. ]

You ought to be nicer to me, you know, since you’re stuck with me now.

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