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@fiyecrow, non-verbal actions.

Surprised, Dunk looked over his shoulder, catching the sight of Lord Fiyero in the firelight. A soft exhale left him then, relieved and comfortable, and as he pulled the blanket tighter around himself (it could only cover so much), he moved slightly to the side.

There was little need for such a gesture when Dunk was already sitting in the grass, but it was about the invitation: sit, m'lord, if you please.

"Beggin' your pardons, Lord Fiyero," he said, turning once more to watch the fire crackling in front of him.

"It's not that I found your arrangements unworthy. I only missed the stars."

Egg, of course, was more than happy to take advantage of the lord's generosity. Dunk had watched the boy land face first into the bed made for him, rolling in the fine threaded sheets and rambling on about how long it's been since they'd had one. But where the princeling found a long-desired comfort, Dunk had felt uncomfortable; he'd tossed and turned in his own bed, unused to how the mattress cradled his body.

He didn't dare tell the Lord Fiyero that. Dunk wouldn't want to seem ungrateful, especially when they'd been so generously rewarded for fending off the bandits hungry for the lord's cows and sheep.

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@fiyecrow, meme.

Marty actually freezes when Fiyero starts to shout. In the moment he hadn't thought anything of punching the guy's lights out-- now that he looks at him, though, he notices the gun that's clattered to the floor, and blinks because it hadn't even registered to him.

Doc says he's got a terrible sense of self-control. Stopping a K-Mart robbery had been a simple enough concept to him, especially after all the fights he's gotten into just by time-travelling. Fiyero doesn't know about all that, though; Marty furrows his brows, trying not to feel irritated by that, and resists the urge to say that he'd succeeded anyway, so what's the big deal?

"I wasn't thinking," comes his explanation, which is probably a given but nevertheless the only defence he could offer. "Look, I... I'm sorry, Fiyero. I didn't mean to make you worry."

Come on, Emerald City.