[ That brightness in his expression dims at her answer. Doesn't turn cold, just becomes more... empty. He really doesn't get what she's going for here, and he's trying not to judge, but this is starting to get stupid in his eyes. Which is odd, because she's smart enough to know exactly what he's going to do — leave with the bell; leave her here, alone — and yet. Whatever this is.
This is completely unlike her, he decides, so he also decides to cut right to the chase. ]
What's going on with you? [ There's more life in his voice than on his face; the question is genuine. ] You're not doing anything with it. You can just give it back to me now.
[ He has victory pretty much in his grasp. Just needs to make the hole a little bigger, needs to go retrieve the bell, and he's home free. He doesn't need to get bogged down in this nonsense.
... And yet, here he is, willingly doing so. He wants his dagger back, and even with the more valuable object at the base of the soil, he intends to carry both out with him. ]
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This is completely unlike her, he decides, so he also decides to cut right to the chase. ]
What's going on with you? [ There's more life in his voice than on his face; the question is genuine. ] You're not doing anything with it. You can just give it back to me now.
[ He has victory pretty much in his grasp. Just needs to make the hole a little bigger, needs to go retrieve the bell, and he's home free. He doesn't need to get bogged down in this nonsense.
... And yet, here he is, willingly doing so. He wants his dagger back, and even with the more valuable object at the base of the soil, he intends to carry both out with him. ]