"Yes, well," Rus feigns looking down his nose, "I have an incredible gift for grasping the obvious." A snort. "Oh come on! Your meals all cooked for you, your laundry done, rooms provided. You can't tell me you didn't like that!"
Rus' mouth works from side to side as he listens. "The tameemah thingy sounds interesting and so does the nightmare trap." He likes the idea of traps. "Could we see them?" Another snort. "Don't you think I'm a bit old for bed-time stories? You'll be getting me a teddy bear next."
"I envied him his freedom," Rus says simply.
"shank you," he slurs. "For right now, yes," Rus whispers, leaning toward Sev.
He's that predictable is he? ;) I'm afraid I don't know what that means in English. Oh dear. :( indeed. I'll add her to my prayers. I knew it wasn't Veris but I honestly for the life of me couldn't remember Seth. Thank you.