he's been nursing his drink under the roof of the rising stones for the better part of the hour, seemingly lost in thought—- at least until @zmhati sauntered over. "the memory remains vivid, yet it feels like a lifetime ago," is what he says, after a pause. g'raha schools his expression into a practiced lightness as he lifts his eyes from his tankard to meet the warrior sitting across from him.
"it does, doesn't it?" he is aware, as he considers it, of how often their conversations once escalated without warning. how quickly words could turn, how reflexive the response had been. it had been exhausting, in its way, though not without its own strange consistency: the ease with which disagreement became default. now the memory feels both immediate and distant at once, as though he is observing it from two positions he is still learning how to reconcile.
he looks back down to his drink; his reflection distorts in the wine. "i too remember it vividly. though i also notice, while speaking, that i am... physically here in a way i was not accustomed to then." his thumb absently brushes the tankard's handle. "that is proving more distracting than i anticipated."
