Very festive. Perhaps some paper decorations, depending on the season.
[ This is... nice. It's certainly not the first time someone's leaned on him like this. The situation is simply a little different. Sitting in front of a fire in an apparent time of peace, rather than sitting on a rock overlooking a battlefield. It does feel different, though, with her resting much more directly on his skin rather than weight distributed by armor plating. Different isn't necessarily bad; in this case, he finds he likes it. ]
I, too, have noticed a much harder limit on what I can do. I get tired. [ Slight laugh. ] I get cold. I can only make a few grenades before my energy is nearly exhausted. [ Really, that's the most actually offensive part. ] I don't like it, but a limit is a challenge that will be interesting to meet and find techniques to get around.
[ Even if he doesn't like the underpinning that such limits will make it more difficult for him to do the work he must. But there's nothing he can do about that, any more than Osiris can change the loss of his Ghost. It could always be far worse. ]
I like a challenge. And I'll find new ways to fight. I've found we can recover some energy at the end of training by... hugging it out. [ And it's something he really doesn't mind. It's good to foster trust and build relationships between warriors. ] Even if it's strange to everyone to have to go about it that way.
[ After assessing that everything seems good and comfortable, he decides to do the same thing he would if he was still wearing his armor. He loosens the blanket to give himself a bit of room to move, and he carefully puts his arm around her. ]
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[ This is... nice. It's certainly not the first time someone's leaned on him like this. The situation is simply a little different. Sitting in front of a fire in an apparent time of peace, rather than sitting on a rock overlooking a battlefield. It does feel different, though, with her resting much more directly on his skin rather than weight distributed by armor plating. Different isn't necessarily bad; in this case, he finds he likes it. ]
I, too, have noticed a much harder limit on what I can do. I get tired. [ Slight laugh. ] I get cold. I can only make a few grenades before my energy is nearly exhausted. [ Really, that's the most actually offensive part. ] I don't like it, but a limit is a challenge that will be interesting to meet and find techniques to get around.
[ Even if he doesn't like the underpinning that such limits will make it more difficult for him to do the work he must. But there's nothing he can do about that, any more than Osiris can change the loss of his Ghost. It could always be far worse. ]
I like a challenge. And I'll find new ways to fight. I've found we can recover some energy at the end of training by... hugging it out. [ And it's something he really doesn't mind. It's good to foster trust and build relationships between warriors. ] Even if it's strange to everyone to have to go about it that way.
[ After assessing that everything seems good and comfortable, he decides to do the same thing he would if he was still wearing his armor. He loosens the blanket to give himself a bit of room to move, and he carefully puts his arm around her. ]
All right? [ Always better to ask. ]