[ Gen, meanwhile, glances around as he takes stock of the state of the room -- and breathes a short, little huff. Not quite a sigh of relief.
Why wouldn't he? As far as he can tell, it's just a bunch of junk in the room. And if any of it ever posed a problem, then Gavial's seemingly already taken care of it.
It's not like he knows a lot about Gavial, but he knows enough about her to take stock of the situation, he thinks. Gavial knows some level of medical healing magic bullshit, but that doesn't make her some waifish, wispy little healer girl; that fight with a Discord-addled Link had been brief, but more than enough for him to take stock of her abilities. And if that wasn't enough, there's the state of the room. Gen casually kicks shattered remains of porcelain jars and bits of fractured wood out of the way as he slinks across the room, closer to where Gavial wrenches her staff free of some shattered piece of furniture. ]
Guess you already took care of this place, huh. [ It's a rather large piece of wrecked furniture that blocks his way neck, maybe what used to be a chest of drawers. Briefly, Gen thinks to himself -- Gavial really is way scarier than she looks, huh -- before stepping around it. ] Looks like you had one hell of a time, though.
[ He'd reflexively drawn his mace from where it sits holstered at his belt, and Gen idly bounces it against his shoulder as he crosses the last few steps to approach where Gavial is. His posture is relaxed and easy, and despite the drawn weapon, he's clearly assuming that he's speaking to an ally that he has no reason to be on-guard around. Why would he think otherwise? ]
So s'there something else to take care of before we can get outta here?
[ His pointy canine ears flick in thought as he looks to her. That's why she's still here, right? Because she's not finished solving some dumb puzzle yet? ]
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Why wouldn't he? As far as he can tell, it's just a bunch of junk in the room. And if any of it ever posed a problem, then Gavial's seemingly already taken care of it.
It's not like he knows a lot about Gavial, but he knows enough about her to take stock of the situation, he thinks. Gavial knows some level of medical healing magic bullshit, but that doesn't make her some waifish, wispy little healer girl; that fight with a Discord-addled Link had been brief, but more than enough for him to take stock of her abilities. And if that wasn't enough, there's the state of the room. Gen casually kicks shattered remains of porcelain jars and bits of fractured wood out of the way as he slinks across the room, closer to where Gavial wrenches her staff free of some shattered piece of furniture. ]
Guess you already took care of this place, huh. [ It's a rather large piece of wrecked furniture that blocks his way neck, maybe what used to be a chest of drawers. Briefly, Gen thinks to himself -- Gavial really is way scarier than she looks, huh -- before stepping around it. ] Looks like you had one hell of a time, though.
[ He'd reflexively drawn his mace from where it sits holstered at his belt, and Gen idly bounces it against his shoulder as he crosses the last few steps to approach where Gavial is. His posture is relaxed and easy, and despite the drawn weapon, he's clearly assuming that he's speaking to an ally that he has no reason to be on-guard around. Why would he think otherwise? ]
So s'there something else to take care of before we can get outta here?
[ His pointy canine ears flick in thought as he looks to her. That's why she's still here, right? Because she's not finished solving some dumb puzzle yet? ]