10. Exploring the monastery...
6. Close calls...
33. You seem well...
(i accidentally sent this wrong the first time haha don't even worry about it)
Perfect Teatime? | still accepting
"Too many to count, I'm afraid." And each as vivid in his mind as they day they'd happened. Salem was not one to speak of his brushes with death though, especially when such stories tended to lead to more questions about the hows and whys he'd found himself in those situations. He wasn't quite yet ready to divulge his reasons for being in Fódlan to any person who asked.
Still, that's not much for conversation, not that he thinks that Hapi is on the edge of her seat for one. In the stretch of silence, he's studied her: an unusual uniform, listlessness in her eyes, yet something equally restless about her. Shifty, even, which compels Salem to glance over his own shoulder once.
"After relying on my own for so long, I've had to learn to accept help when it's offered. It may be the only reason I'm still alive." He pauses to sip his tea, but fixes his sharp eyes on her. "A word of advice: don't make it so clear that you're hiding from something."
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