06-10-2015, 04:24 PM
The press of people did not bother Sören in the slightest, and he spared a smirk for Declan's plaintive dislike as he accepted responsibility for clearing a route. His height and width made it easy work, though he was surprisingly gentle against more obstinate obstacles. The impatience of last night seemed, at least for now, to have broken like sunrise, leaving something far more tolerant. On the move, Sören was always of a more amenable disposition.
Once aboard, he took care of hoisting the bags while Declan patted himself down. Sören would break fingers before he allowed a pick-pocket to lift something of value, but he also had the advantage of charms and talismans that would alert him to such an attempt. He shrugged away Declan's words and made himself comfortable, which included stretching out his feet to rest on the chair opposite, hands lightly joined over his stomach. "Wake me when we're there."
And promptly shut his eyes. His breaths smoothed quickly, but it was not sleep that claimed him.
Once aboard, he took care of hoisting the bags while Declan patted himself down. Sören would break fingers before he allowed a pick-pocket to lift something of value, but he also had the advantage of charms and talismans that would alert him to such an attempt. He shrugged away Declan's words and made himself comfortable, which included stretching out his feet to rest on the chair opposite, hands lightly joined over his stomach. "Wake me when we're there."
And promptly shut his eyes. His breaths smoothed quickly, but it was not sleep that claimed him.
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