Vandelin's smile is infectious, and Kit finds himself returning it immediately, before he notes the few sour looks that get thrown their direction. He blinks back at some of them in a decidedly 'idk you man the fuck is your problem?' kind of way, which succeeds in making some of them look away at least.
"You seem real popular here," he tells Vandelin dryly after he's taken a few limping steps nearer to his friend in the range of stacks. The shelves tower above the pair of them; Kit's left feeling like they're standing in some strange combination of a canyon and a warehouse.
A sudden twinge in his injured leg makes him grimace; a timely reminder of the purpose of his visit. "Actually," he admits, and looks as though he's summoning up a fair amount of courage to say his next words. "...I was hoping I might be able to--belatedly, that is--take you up on that offer of healing magic you made when we were in the Deep Roads." He tries to catch Vandelin's eye as he says so; it's pretty clear this is a big thing for him, and not something that he would have approached just anyone about.
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"You seem real popular here," he tells Vandelin dryly after he's taken a few limping steps nearer to his friend in the range of stacks. The shelves tower above the pair of them; Kit's left feeling like they're standing in some strange combination of a canyon and a warehouse.
A sudden twinge in his injured leg makes him grimace; a timely reminder of the purpose of his visit. "Actually," he admits, and looks as though he's summoning up a fair amount of courage to say his next words. "...I was hoping I might be able to--belatedly, that is--take you up on that offer of healing magic you made when we were in the Deep Roads." He tries to catch Vandelin's eye as he says so; it's pretty clear this is a big thing for him, and not something that he would have approached just anyone about.