[She's stubborn. But she's also tired, and it shows. Gilgamesh smiles coyly to himself and leads her on in once she's caught her breath, kneeling by the open fireplace. The room is expansive and obviously very expensive, furnished to the tastes of a lord or lady and draped in silks and satin.
Gilgamesh, being neither lord nor lady, therefore sticks out a little. But he relaxes as though it really were his own quarters, really was earned through his own merit and not just a clever moment of bullying.]
You'll dry off soon. I wouldn't venture out again until the weather abates, unless you've a death wish.
[Gilgamesh waves his hand in front of the dying fire and heats it up again, in a golden surge of energy. It roars to life and fills the room with that which Merida craves most—welcoming warmth.]
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Gilgamesh, being neither lord nor lady, therefore sticks out a little. But he relaxes as though it really were his own quarters, really was earned through his own merit and not just a clever moment of bullying.]
You'll dry off soon. I wouldn't venture out again until the weather abates, unless you've a death wish.
[Gilgamesh waves his hand in front of the dying fire and heats it up again, in a golden surge of energy. It roars to life and fills the room with that which Merida craves most—welcoming warmth.]