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[He is of course now in his own form etc.]

Yes. He finally got the first spell down. I presume his foundation with you contributed to his success.

The success is all his own. Eager is he to learn. Though if he was able to find success, then he is starting to look outside himself. A good first step.

[Motioning for him to follow as he goes to find a bench, a very tall bench.]

How are you feeling?

Yes yes very complimentary. His dedication is something. But it would be wasted without the opportunity you provide him and the knowledge of teachers.

[Grumble grumble. But he follows along.]

Is there some way I should be feeling? I feel normal. What of you?

Well that goes without saying. He'd rely solely on his own abilities if left to his own devices. Those are unfortunately finite.

[Pulling himself up and taking a seat.]

Overwhelmed? Contemplative? Invigorated? Take your pick. As for myself, you appearance has done wonders for my mood, Lahabrea. I would say I'm quite content.

[He joins him, though with a simple teleportation to the spot because he's an old man with bad knees or something.]

Mm. Content is it? That does make me glad to hear. For myself, I am curious. There's much to learn, and much of it is new. That in itself is quite something.

...It would not be half so exciting without a friend. That I know.

I have no doubts you would have been fine with BARiTONES with or without me here.

[Crossing his legs and resting his head on the knuckles of one hand, he merely stares at Lahabrea. His aether, really.]

I encourage you to actually make friends.

Oh I'd have managed.

But it would have been lonely.

[He turns to look at Emet-Selch, no comment on his soul being stared at. It's just normal.]

You keep saying so. Why are you so insistent on it?

You said just said it yourself. I do not need to repeat it.

Even if I grew fond of others here, do you really think they would alleviate loneliness in the same way as your presence?

Oh, please. Of course not. But I'll not have you moping in your room should I taken away for a leave of absence.

Fretting over me?

Simply some friendly advice. Take it or leave it as you will.

[Putting a hand on his shoulder.]

You did ask that I trust that you will take care of yourself, and I mean to keep my word. Fussing kept to a minimum as long as you hold the regimen.

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Mm. But you still worry. So, me making friends, that's what you want? I am keeping an open mind. But I am not so friendly as you.

Perhaps a fault. But one I am not aiming to remedy. Still, I will try to enjoy the company of others. It does seem to make you happy enough.

[He laughs at him. He can't help it.]

Lahabrea, you old fool. Is it not obvious what I want? Your happiness. If separating yourself from the rest of this place provides you that, then so be it.

Tinker and learn to you heart's content if it pleases you. But this is not a shard though it may seem so.

[no bully?!]

....

[Wow he's a little embarrassed, putting a hand over his face and only looking at Emet from the corner of his eyes with a grumble.]

Perhaps it is just you who worries too much. Pursuing happiness... Hm.

This right now makes me happy. I will consider your suggestions.

[Putting an arm around his shoulder with an expressive gesture.]

'Tis been an age since we have paired up, has it not? The fall of Dalamund does not count. I could hardly afford a visit from you as I was preparing the various Legions.

We were both busy. And i am never social.

[He moves from hand over his face to chin in his hand, being leaned on.]

....

[Just looking thoughtful and spaced out.]

[He doesn't break the silence but he does rub his shoulder idly, tugging and soothing at Lahabrea's aether much like one would pet cat.]

... Really. You.

[He wiggles his arm out from Emet's lean and lifts it to put on top of Emet's head, ruffling his hair and resting there.]

[Can one give a mirthful sigh? Well he does give it an attempt.]

Mortal vessels are such tiresome business.

Exceptionally so. You would think we'd be used to them.

Then you won't mind.

[He continues to gently trace his aether.]

Do as you wish.

[He's closing his eyes, chin sinking back into his hand.]

[Quite a few moments pass before he speaks up.]

Is it dull to you? When you look around. The colors. When you aren't here in Amaurot?

[He opens his eyes, looking at the street in front of them, the distant buildings.]

As you know, I don't see as you do. But there is... It is like the thin air at the edge of the atmosphere. The way the aether is stretched makes me feel as if I might suffocate.

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