[ Bariyan busies himself with the hearth again. He gets a fire going and allows himself the luxury of lingering by it for a few moments, holding out his hands, taking slow breaths of relief. Oh, that feels good. Light. He wants to put his face in it.
He wonders, briefly, if he ought to be worried about a death knight looking after a child -- and decides he shouldn't. He trusted the Ebon Blade with his life. He'll trust Koltira with Martin's. ]
One moment.
[ Reluctantly, Bariyan draws himself away from the fire, and moves left to find the spare room that Koltira had spoken of. ]
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[ Bariyan busies himself with the hearth again. He gets a fire going and allows himself the luxury of lingering by it for a few moments, holding out his hands, taking slow breaths of relief. Oh, that feels good. Light. He wants to put his face in it.
He wonders, briefly, if he ought to be worried about a death knight looking after a child -- and decides he shouldn't. He trusted the Ebon Blade with his life. He'll trust Koltira with Martin's. ]
One moment.
[ Reluctantly, Bariyan draws himself away from the fire, and moves left to find the spare room that Koltira had spoken of. ]