[ On his way back with the tray, Bastien considers reassuring her, but he doesn’t. Partly because Byerly is already talking. Partly because Bastien doesn’t quite know what to do, either. If she can wake up beside Byerly, and have Bastien track down cake at breakfast, and be half-dressed and domestic on the bed when he arrives, and have them both take time to try to comfort her, and still consider Byerly’s attempt to be welcoming to him a balance-tipping moment worthy of running barefoot for the door—
He doesn’t know. He’ll figure it out later. In the meantime, his Orlesian(ish) feet are very used to eggshells.
Bastien slides the tray back onto the bed, without flourish, because flourish would make him look like a server at a cafe. Instead he shakes his hands, as if it were heavy, and smiles. ]
The serving plates are hot. Try not to touch them.
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Date: 2021-02-18 02:28 am (UTC)He doesn’t know. He’ll figure it out later. In the meantime, his Orlesian(ish) feet are very used to eggshells.
Bastien slides the tray back onto the bed, without flourish, because flourish would make him look like a server at a cafe. Instead he shakes his hands, as if it were heavy, and smiles. ]
The serving plates are hot. Try not to touch them.