Don't think Halone has anything to do with this. [The words are out of Rhus' mouth without him realising the significance of their small exchange, and he turns away from his impromptu guest to dig for a couple of clean towels, one for him and one for whoever it is in his apartment.] Especially in this blasted world...
[When he does manage to find the towels he's looking for, slinging one over his shoulder and holding the other out to his companion, he realises just what's happening.
And who exactly it is he yelled at with rude manners and a foul temper. His outstretched hand dips a little, brow furrowing so much that his eyepatch lifts slightly off of his skin as he tries to tell if this is reality, or just some trick.]
Lord Commander? [Aymeric, he almost says, but ever since the mess with the Scions falling over like so many logs of firewood, he's carefully kept a modicum of formality around the Alliance leaders, simply because he'd been acting as the representative of the Scions since then, and not their friend.]
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[When he does manage to find the towels he's looking for, slinging one over his shoulder and holding the other out to his companion, he realises just what's happening.
And who exactly it is he yelled at with rude manners and a foul temper. His outstretched hand dips a little, brow furrowing so much that his eyepatch lifts slightly off of his skin as he tries to tell if this is reality, or just some trick.]
Lord Commander? [Aymeric, he almost says, but ever since the mess with the Scions falling over like so many logs of firewood, he's carefully kept a modicum of formality around the Alliance leaders, simply because he'd been acting as the representative of the Scions since then, and not their friend.]