It wasn’t terribly often Hason found himself in comfortable company, least of all amongst the gaudy courts and the stiff upper crust that tends to make up the nobility. Yet, there was a kinship he couldn’t help but feel with the King En, despite himself being nothing more than a retired knight. A king of all things!
Aside from the fact that for the most part En had been most gracious a host, friendly even beyond what propriety would demand of both of their stations. Hason’s fondness of the king had only grown with the few friendly but surprisingly insightful conversations he’s had the opportunity to share with the king.
It was a fresh of breath air from a group of individuals who tended to be a breeze carrying dust and a foul smell. Always an unpleasant experience but at least when he had the opportunity to work with the good king he didn’t have to shoulder the unpleasantness on her own.
Added that most recently, the king’s kindness had saved him and could very well save more beyond that during these trying and unusual times. Hason owes the king much, and can only hope he can do enough to repay such a kindness.
The old knight’s posture straightens when he catches sight of En, and he gives a a polite bow, a mostly relaxed smile on his face.
“Ah King En! It’s good to see you this fine afternoon.” He straightens, stretching his arms over his head and casting the king a friendly smile.
“If you aren’t too busy this morning, would you like to share tea with me in the gardens? It’s definitely one relaxing way to start off the day. And god’s know we could always use a relaxing break at least!”
The undead’s expression doesn’t change much as she watch him skip onto the rocks of the stream they’d camped near and subsequently taking a small dip in the water. A small huff leaves her and the beginnings of an amused smile tinges at her lips. Something that just as easily is tucked away, though slight amusement still manages to dance in her glowing eyes as she turns to him. There was a slight tensing, instinctual if anything, when Alistair settles down next to her, a pause in the methodical strokes of her knife against the wood in her hands. It’s no grand carving in fact, it’s hard to say what it is exactly, marred as it is by mistakes and shaky handiwork. Regardless, she lets her head droop with a sigh, the desire to put her head in her hands is immense.
“Agh, damnit! I had a feeling like we’d forgotten something.” Small things like that tended to escape her notice more and more these days. “Maybe in the next nearby town we can grab you something. Or if we stumble into trouble makers again.” She says slowly, tapping her knife against the wood she’d been working at. Though her voice still remains gravely and rough, and her own efforts to converse semi-normally with Alistair work well enough, the undead’s fingers still clutch at the wooden carving like a lifeline, her hands shaking slightly from where she holds them out from her body.
She seems to remind herself to ease when Alistair speaks again, offering a song. Immediately her expression grows a little surprised, and maybe slightly fearful, as if she’s just been reminded of something she was worried about before she blink it away and and nods. “Erm, sure. That’ll be a good way to pass the time. I’m sure you’re not too bad.” And well, some noise was better than letting that silence burrow in her chest any deeper than it already has. Even if it wasn’t very pleasant.