He laughs, then, but there's no joy in it either. It's not entirely empty, but it's sort of helpless.
"Everyone keeps asking me that as though I ever had a plan to begin with. I don't know. Maybe I just won't have plans for a while, see if I can remember what that's like," he shakes his head again, "I don't regret or resent the journey, quite the opposite, but the last time I got to really choose for myself where I went or what I did, I was playing my lute in roadside inns for my supper," his lips curl ever so slightly, teasing, though he's not exactly sure what he's teasing or why, "-- and flirting for my bed. I'm not sure what that young elezen would have wanted looks like what I want now. There hasn't really been time to think about it."
He stares up at the sky, tucks his hands behind his head,
"First I suppose I'd better finish healing, lest Tataru or Alisaie skin me alive and undo all of the hard work everyone's gone to in patching me back up."
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"Everyone keeps asking me that as though I ever had a plan to begin with. I don't know. Maybe I just won't have plans for a while, see if I can remember what that's like," he shakes his head again, "I don't regret or resent the journey, quite the opposite, but the last time I got to really choose for myself where I went or what I did, I was playing my lute in roadside inns for my supper," his lips curl ever so slightly, teasing, though he's not exactly sure what he's teasing or why, "-- and flirting for my bed. I'm not sure what that young elezen would have wanted looks like what I want now. There hasn't really been time to think about it."
He stares up at the sky, tucks his hands behind his head,
"First I suppose I'd better finish healing, lest Tataru or Alisaie skin me alive and undo all of the hard work everyone's gone to in patching me back up."