
she thinks that armor must weigh something awful on his blight weary shoulders , even more so now , then however much it did before . but she won’t say anything about that . a plate pushed forward then , in lieu of any running commentary on the state of his order . also thinks he doesn’t need her telling him things he already knows . ❛ here . might be a little better than what they’re serving down here . or at least warmer . ❜