[There was a time when such a flippant response would have stirred his ire; yet now, he allows her her anger, for what else can he leave her with?]
Very well - I shall await you.
[And so he does. When comes her knock on the door, he opens up to her.]
Welcome, Jolanda's daughter - come sit, and I shall pour the wine myself.
[For the first time in a long while, the room he keeps in the castle is all his own: none with whom to share his bed, and none to make lively the space. By the door stands his gleaming armor and shield, which once Koltira had rent and tarnished in single combat, and by these same hands the forge god's craft was restored too. Atop the wooden dresser sits the golden urn his mother had gifted him, which in its belly holds the bones of Patroclus, and beside it sits as a memorial the intricately carved music box he himself had once gifted his dear companion. Past all of this he leads her, to the small wooden table around which are placed two chairs.]
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Very well - I shall await you.
[And so he does. When comes her knock on the door, he opens up to her.]
Welcome, Jolanda's daughter - come sit, and I shall pour the wine myself.
[For the first time in a long while, the room he keeps in the castle is all his own: none with whom to share his bed, and none to make lively the space. By the door stands his gleaming armor and shield, which once Koltira had rent and tarnished in single combat, and by these same hands the forge god's craft was restored too. Atop the wooden dresser sits the golden urn his mother had gifted him, which in its belly holds the bones of Patroclus, and beside it sits as a memorial the intricately carved music box he himself had once gifted his dear companion. Past all of this he leads her, to the small wooden table around which are placed two chairs.]