axeofoath | 01; voice/action

[He allows himself a melancholy smile. He's not sure what became of Ted, but odds weren't in his favour.]

Back home, Young Master...? [He's reminded of Tyr's mention of time, of past and future. He had too much to sort through, but now-]

Yeah... After the war, after we won. [ In case Gremio didn't know that part yet. ...He leans his head on Gremio's shoulder, his voice going quiet. ] ... A lot happened during the war...

[ Tyr wishes he didn't have to have this conversation again. Especially when Gremio wasn't as warm as he remembered. ]

[With his free hand, Gremio holds Tyr in a partial hug. They won, as he was sure they would with Tyr leading them. He also knew what that meant. One way or another, Tyr had faced his father.]

...Young Master, you've been through so much...Yet I knew you would be able to see it through. I'm so proud of you.

[ Yeah, Tyr is just going to curl against Gremio now with that. It doesn't feel the same as he remembers, but he can't exactly place why. Maybe because he's not the Gremio he left back in Gregminster. ]

Thanks, Gremio... I always... [ Tyr is also a master of trailing off. Back home, there was a reason to talk about Ted and Dad - they would be home with them if they were alive - but it's not the same here. ]

... Let's talk about this later. [ He lifts his head and releases Gremio's hand. ] I should show you around here first... And you need to warm up.

[Gremio understands how difficult a subject it is, so he'll leave it alone if Tyr wishes. They'll have plenty of time to talk about it, if he wants to. He squeezes Tyr's shoulder just a moment longer before letting go, nodding.]

Of course, Young Master. Once we're done, I'll begin preparing some stew--I'm sure that will warm us up.

[ Tyr nods with a bit of a smile. He has Gremio with him now; that's what matters. ]

Yeah. The winters here are a bit harder than they are back home, huh? [ Obviously that's why Grmeio is so cold. ]

[Gremio, in turn, is more than happy that he's been able to see Tyr again. The circumstances aren't the best, but this is so much more than he could have ever hoped for.]

S-so it would seem. [And nothing to do with his lack of pulse...] Are you prepared with proper clothing? We should make sure there's enough supplies in case we get snowed in...

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[ Ordinarily, Tyr would think Gremio is over reacting, but given this is the City, Tyr doesn't know why he didn't think of that. ]

I do, but you'll need some, too... We should get you warmer clothes along with some food.

If you think so, Young Master, though you hardly need to worry about me. [At this point, he doesn't think he could freeze to death.]

Come on, Gremio, you can't say that when you're freezing like this. I have the money to get you a warm wardrobe.

...Very well. However, I will purchase it with my own money. Please save yours for yourself.

All right... If you have the money, then I'll leave it to you.

Yes, let me see...I should have at least one thousand bits on me.

[ Oh, right... ]

They don't use bits here... Or potch. [ He digs into his pocket to pull out a few reds. ] This is the currency used here...

[He stares at the unfamiliar coins for a second. So much for that.]

...Do they have an exchange?

[ Do they? Uuuh. ]

You can try spending it anyway, but I don't think it would get you very far...

Oh, this is a problem...I may have to use your money for the groceries, after all...

It's not a problem... I offered for a reason.

Besides, it'll be like old times together... [ Like when I was ten. ]

You're right, it will. Let's go shopping together, Young Master! A-although I'm embarrassed that I can't even afford your food...H-how shameful of me.

There's nothing shameful about it. We just have to make the best out of this. [ Tyr stands up and offers Gremio a hand. ]

Thank you, Young Master Tyr. I shall do my best as well, and make a feast worthy of you! [Which Gremio happily takes. It is somewhat like old times, although Tyr is the one looking after him right now.]

I know, Gremio.

[ And it makes Tyr happy. Pulling Gremio to his feet, he guides him over to his own room. Tyr's room isn't a train wreck, but it's far from pristine. ]

Now let's get something to cover you a bit...

Yes, Young--Young Master, is this your room?

[Far from pristine might as well be a train wreck to Gremio--oh, he knows Tyr isn't the tidiest, but really! He might just start straightening things while Tyr gets clothes.]

Of course it is. [ He'll let you do that, Gremio. Lala, going to the closet and pulling out a thick cloak and scarf for Gremio... Gloves, too. His gloves might be a bit small on Gremio, bit this is a necessary time. ]

--You can clean my room later.

I most certainly will. Honestly, Young Master...

[There's his usual affection in his griping, though. After he picks up just a couple more things, he accepts the clothes. They're the young master's, so they'll be perfect, of course!]

Ah, thank you. Let us be going, then.

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