[yeah, honey, that's for you. Koltira nods at Bariyan as he goes for the bottle. A sense of imposition clings to him, and he's not sure how to dispel it.]
Just that? I know it is nearly the dinner hour ... have you eaten?
[Byfrost pulses quietly in its corner. A dark miasma runs along the blade, like a contained, black mist. It does not give off any particular feeling, yet, though the way the mist creeps along and up the runes might look unsettling.]
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Just that? I know it is nearly the dinner hour ... have you eaten?
[Byfrost pulses quietly in its corner. A dark miasma runs along the blade, like a contained, black mist. It does not give off any particular feeling, yet, though the way the mist creeps along and up the runes might look unsettling.]