[Isn't that a funny bit of dissonance... After all, Ithaqua drinks either to keep awake. Still, tea keeps him less awake, and he's more in the mood for something mild right now.]
I shall take the tea, then. [He holds out his hand. The long, spindly fingers are indeed part of his features and not an illusion of his clawed gloves.]
Take a seat where you like, save for the bed. [Not just because that's for his personal use... but also because there's a depression in his sheets that's too large to be him. And he realizes this, so he shakes his blanket with one hand to remove it.]
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I shall take the tea, then. [He holds out his hand. The long, spindly fingers are indeed part of his features and not an illusion of his clawed gloves.]
Take a seat where you like, save for the bed. [Not just because that's for his personal use... but also because there's a depression in his sheets that's too large to be him. And he realizes this, so he shakes his blanket with one hand to remove it.]