[So that is the way of it. He can't help but feel surprised as he listens. His eyebrows even raise beneath his mask.
Hades was able to commune with the Underworld. And had the favour of it. Something so large, something so powerful, something that- whichever name someone chose to use for it, Sea or Underworld- simply was millions of souls forming the lifeblood of the very star itself. The very star itself. And the fact that Hades thought it nothing of note, seemed interested in Hythlodaeus' own tendency to be more observant than most, seemed to view his skill in it as something impressive by comparison is truly surprising.
For it bears repeating. This boy was protected by the very star. Did the current Emet-Selch know? They must, surely. His arms move to cross at his torso as he regards him, his voice even.]
Not quite. For the Underworld did not call upon itself to spare me a return. You did- therefore I have a debt to repay to you... Unless I'm mistaken, and it did?
[But then, at the grimace, he can't help but break out into a grin. For yes, it is a complaint. But he can see the assent underneath it. The small, barely there but there acknowledgement and assent. He stands, smoothing out his robe with his hands.]
I'll collect the driest, dourest tomes I can find, and return within the hour.
[Loveless is his preference after all. It makes sense to find similar ones. As well as other things. A few changes of robe, some personal things- a brush perhaps, things to wash himself with- for his comfort. That's unspoken. And:]
If you are asleep when I return, I'll leave them with you and return tomorrow.
[No, he... he isn't mistaken, and Hades is left to balk at the very idea that someone should be in his debt. He stares in disbelief, his head bobbing forward heavily as his shoulders slump beneath him and he sighs so exhaustedly, so affectedly. Oh, there's no point in denying it! Clearly, this Hythlodaeus has perceived the truth. And yet, he isn't about to come right out and admit it - such a thing would be boastful in the extreme!]
[Instead he sits hunched there in the very center of the bed, his eyes fixed on that grin beneath the shade of his mask. He gets the distinct feeling that he should never be rid of the boy, and that he's in for a long, long recovery.]
Fine.
[He scowls again, and mutters under his breath even as his body begins to grow heavy with the need to sleep.]
...as well as some of your own recommendations, I should hope.
[He won't promise to like them, but it would prove even more tiresome if Hythlodaeus finds himself with nothing to do. After all, he already knows what a chatterbox the boy is. Hades won't say 'thank you' for this, but... he may be looking forward to the morrow, just the smallest, subtlest amount.]
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He can't help but feel surprised as he listens. His eyebrows even raise beneath his mask.
Hades was able to commune with the Underworld. And had the favour of it. Something so large, something so powerful, something that- whichever name someone chose to use for it, Sea or Underworld- simply was millions of souls forming the lifeblood of the very star itself. The very star itself. And the fact that Hades thought it nothing of note, seemed interested in Hythlodaeus' own tendency to be more observant than most, seemed to view his skill in it as something impressive by comparison is truly surprising.
For it bears repeating. This boy was protected by the very star. Did the current Emet-Selch know? They must, surely. His arms move to cross at his torso as he regards him, his voice even.]
Not quite. For the Underworld did not call upon itself to spare me a return. You did- therefore I have a debt to repay to you... Unless I'm mistaken, and it did?
[But then, at the grimace, he can't help but break out into a grin. For yes, it is a complaint. But he can see the assent underneath it. The small, barely there but there acknowledgement and assent. He stands, smoothing out his robe with his hands.]
I'll collect the driest, dourest tomes I can find, and return within the hour.
[Loveless is his preference after all. It makes sense to find similar ones. As well as other things. A few changes of robe, some personal things- a brush perhaps, things to wash himself with- for his comfort. That's unspoken. And:]
If you are asleep when I return, I'll leave them with you and return tomorrow.
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[No, he... he isn't mistaken, and Hades is left to balk at the very idea that someone should be in his debt. He stares in disbelief, his head bobbing forward heavily as his shoulders slump beneath him and he sighs so exhaustedly, so affectedly. Oh, there's no point in denying it! Clearly, this Hythlodaeus has perceived the truth. And yet, he isn't about to come right out and admit it - such a thing would be boastful in the extreme!]
[Instead he sits hunched there in the very center of the bed, his eyes fixed on that grin beneath the shade of his mask. He gets the distinct feeling that he should never be rid of the boy, and that he's in for a long, long recovery.]
Fine.
[He scowls again, and mutters under his breath even as his body begins to grow heavy with the need to sleep.]
...as well as some of your own recommendations, I should hope.
[He won't promise to like them, but it would prove even more tiresome if Hythlodaeus finds himself with nothing to do. After all, he already knows what a chatterbox the boy is. Hades won't say 'thank you' for this, but... he may be looking forward to the morrow, just the smallest, subtlest amount.]