[ Bastien makes a face and a disgruntled noise of vague disagreement. ]
I was going to say the Maker will want you, right here—
[ He crooks his arm. It’s meant to suggest the Maker putting his arm around Byerly and keeping him snuggled right up to His Divine Hip, but the blanket cloak might make it hard to tell. ]
—but if you are going to be mean, then I don’t know.
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I was going to say the Maker will want you, right here—
[ He crooks his arm. It’s meant to suggest the Maker putting his arm around Byerly and keeping him snuggled right up to His Divine Hip, but the blanket cloak might make it hard to tell. ]
—but if you are going to be mean, then I don’t know.