[ Phew. Inigo is more glad than he thought he'd be to enter the woods - at least the covering of the trees makes wearing all the clothes he does a little more bearable. It's still warm, sure, but it's a lot easier without the sun shining down on him.
.. although then there's the way Roland is being.. well, as Roland as ever. Somehow it's like he manages to put a bit of encouragement in everything he says and does, and Inigo isn't quite sure how to deal with so much positive attention other than to duck his head a little as he tries to process it. ]
Well.. I'm glad if it gives you a positive image of her. She really is amazing.
[ And Inigo misses her so, so much, every single day since he watched her wilt away from illness.
Not wanting to think about that, he shakes his head, looking at Roland again. ]
How about you? Or.. um, I mean-- [ Not his mother, surely Roland's mother is dead, right? How can you be 73 and still have a living mother? ] Do you.. Do you have a wife back home?
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.. although then there's the way Roland is being.. well, as Roland as ever. Somehow it's like he manages to put a bit of encouragement in everything he says and does, and Inigo isn't quite sure how to deal with so much positive attention other than to duck his head a little as he tries to process it. ]
Well.. I'm glad if it gives you a positive image of her. She really is amazing.
[ And Inigo misses her so, so much, every single day since he watched her wilt away from illness.
Not wanting to think about that, he shakes his head, looking at Roland again. ]
How about you? Or.. um, I mean-- [ Not his mother, surely Roland's mother is dead, right? How can you be 73 and still have a living mother? ] Do you.. Do you have a wife back home?