"It's all right," he assures. "I think--I think it's nice that you can talk about him, even a little."
Verity's encountered those who shun all mention of a lost loved one, and he's seen how brittle and fragile it can make them. He's glad that Orym can at least acknowledge the happy times through the sadness.
"I'm a monk," he says, a little more abrupt than he means to. Verity huffs a soft, embarrassed laugh and he can feel his face get warm. He looks down. "I mean--I follow Ilmater. I've met a lot of grieving people."
Gods, he probably could say that better. He could say a lot of things better. Verity resists the urge to fidget with the end of his braid. He realizes Orym might not even know who Ilmater is - he's not a common good in Tal'Dorei, he's learning.
At first Orym thinks Verity must be changing subject--and he wouldn't blame him--until he clarifies about his order. The name Ilmater doesn't immediately ring a bell, but from what Verity explains, he can imagine. Before he can respond, the light changes again, and Orym indicates with a nod of his head for Verity to follow him across the street.
"That's...a relief, actually," he says as they walk, glancing up at the flustered tiefling sidelong. "I was worried I'd ruined dinner." His lips curl up briefly, but it's a humorless smile. "I guess you really must have met a lot of people like me, because I don't usually. Talk about him this much, that is."
He can just glimpse their destination another block up, a stone building overgrown with vines nestled between two taller, newer-looking brick buildings on either side.
"So thanks," he says. "I'd really like to, um, learn more about you. I had no idea you were a monk? That's really cool." It explains a few things, too.
"No," he says with a little smile. "That wouldn't put me off. It wouldn't put me off if you wanted to talk about him more, either."
Verity just wants that door open, especially if Orym hasn't had the chance or desire to do that as much as he'd like to. The building they approach is charming, Verity decides. He likes seeing it tucked between more modern buildings, like a stubborn hold out.
And he can feel warmth creep into his face.
"I'm not good at talking about myself," he warns with a wry smile of his own. "But... I'll try. Whatever you want to know. I've been at the monastery since I was a kid."
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Verity's encountered those who shun all mention of a lost loved one, and he's seen how brittle and fragile it can make them. He's glad that Orym can at least acknowledge the happy times through the sadness.
"I'm a monk," he says, a little more abrupt than he means to. Verity huffs a soft, embarrassed laugh and he can feel his face get warm. He looks down. "I mean--I follow Ilmater. I've met a lot of grieving people."
Gods, he probably could say that better. He could say a lot of things better. Verity resists the urge to fidget with the end of his braid. He realizes Orym might not even know who Ilmater is - he's not a common good in Tal'Dorei, he's learning.
"I only mean... I don't mind."
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"That's...a relief, actually," he says as they walk, glancing up at the flustered tiefling sidelong. "I was worried I'd ruined dinner." His lips curl up briefly, but it's a humorless smile. "I guess you really must have met a lot of people like me, because I don't usually. Talk about him this much, that is."
He can just glimpse their destination another block up, a stone building overgrown with vines nestled between two taller, newer-looking brick buildings on either side.
"So thanks," he says. "I'd really like to, um, learn more about you. I had no idea you were a monk? That's really cool." It explains a few things, too.
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Verity just wants that door open, especially if Orym hasn't had the chance or desire to do that as much as he'd like to. The building they approach is charming, Verity decides. He likes seeing it tucked between more modern buildings, like a stubborn hold out.
And he can feel warmth creep into his face.
"I'm not good at talking about myself," he warns with a wry smile of his own. "But... I'll try. Whatever you want to know. I've been at the monastery since I was a kid."