#including work

it does suck to cause someone pain with what was supposed to be a lighthearted moment. you might want to stop telling jokes, or get upset at them for "ruining" it. but that's just the nature of talking to other people. sometimes there's invisible triggers. you're not a bad person for not foreseeing it.

however, please do remember to respect people's boundaries. if you do know that it's a painful area, don't go there. let them take the lead. don't get too familiar too fast as in don't start ribbing a stranger. certain topics like dark humor and politics are best to stay away from entirely until you know your audience. don't assume lack of protest is approval. some jokes are for only certain groups of people, like "white people" jokes for poc. that's not to be mean, it's a punching up vs punching down sorta thing. coping vs perpetuating.

i do want to reassure you tho that you can surivive a joke landing wrong. if you didn't know, just don't do it again. apologize and move on. people give you more grace than you think. and people don't hold onto an awkward joke unless it's part of a pattern. usually things can be talked out. and someone telling you something you did made them uncomfortable takes a lot of courage. consider that before brushing them off. how you take screwing up (even entirely by accident!) says a lot about you, more than the initial incident oftentimes.

There's a shock of red hair flowing down over the prone dwarf. A long night spent together, in the warmth of a tent with one's loved one. She was simply delighted to not be alone any longer, after so many years of servitude and solitude. While she adored her new form, she was truly smitten by the benefits brought about by its acquisition. Bedwarmer included.

"Glorious dawn, beloved Aeducan." A smile, bright as a sunburst, shining down on the Warden from above. "You're so cute in your sleep... I've not met many of the Stone, are you all so delightfully adorable?"

Sereda groans with her eyes squeezed shut, reluctant to part from a dreamless sleep. They’re becoming fewer and farther between nightmares of the Archdemon. She feels it strengthening by the day, but as its power grows, so does hers. It will die by her blade. 

Her thoughts cannot linger on the Blight while such loveliness demands her attention. Hair tickles her face, and when she finally opens her eyes, a radiant smile greets her. She offers a sleepy one in return.