[The words pull a smile to his lips, more even than the warmth of his kiss against Olivine's palm. Being trusted is a big deal, if he's honest, more than he likes to admit—humming, he remains there just stroking through Sylvain's hair for a moment.]
Alright. Let me see what we have available, then...
[leaning in for a lazy kiss, the priest urges Sylvain up so he can actually move. Admittedly, he's a tiny bit shaky on his feet, but it's not enough to stop him from rummaging around to find a suitable rope—soft silk fibers, thick enough that it shouldn't be too rough on his skin. It's thin enough to thread through the ring on his collar, too, at least...]
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to his lips, more even than the warmth of his kiss against Olivine's palm. Being trusted is a big deal, if he's honest, more than he likes to admit—humming, he remains there just stroking through Sylvain's hair for a moment.]
Alright. Let me see what we have available, then...
[leaning in for a lazy kiss, the priest urges Sylvain up so he can actually move. Admittedly, he's a tiny bit shaky on his feet, but it's not enough to stop him from rummaging around to find a suitable rope—soft silk fibers, thick enough that it shouldn't be too rough on his skin. It's thin enough to thread through the ring on his collar, too, at least...]