[Flins can agree to that. To him, this was downright cozy. Moreover, the Litwick and Casimir seemed to enjoy the chill as well. Sure, most people would probably panic that the man was living in such conditions, but it kept him closer to the conditions he was used to as a snow fae.
When Diarmuid sits down, Flins moves gracefully to stand in front of him. His gloved hand reaches out to the man's chin, tilting it up gently and moving it from side to side as he takes a good look at him. His gaze remains unchanged, an uneasy, but worried gaze from those yellow eyes.]
As I thought...you do not look yourself, my friend.
[Those eyes seemed to be looking past him. Like Diarmuid could see something through him, through these walls and beyond. But he's not exactly sure what it is he's looking at.]
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Date: 2025-11-07 12:52 am (UTC)When Diarmuid sits down, Flins moves gracefully to stand in front of him. His gloved hand reaches out to the man's chin, tilting it up gently and moving it from side to side as he takes a good look at him. His gaze remains unchanged, an uneasy, but worried gaze from those yellow eyes.]
As I thought...you do not look yourself, my friend.
[Those eyes seemed to be looking past him. Like Diarmuid could see something through him, through these walls and beyond. But he's not exactly sure what it is he's looking at.]
I will be frank. Did something happen to you?