Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200201220132/@comment-25828117-20200203215155

Helian was silent for a second before he sighed.

"You're probably right. As usual..." His shoulders seemed to lose tension as he looked dejectedly down at Abaresk's neck

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"You know, if you want people to talk to you, apart from Midnight who enjoys making fun of you... It would do well to lower some of those barriers you're setting up, Clo." Nemicus told her.

"We've been riding for months now. Sailing too. I've seen what the inside of your stomach looks like." Nemicus recounted her being seasick like Garran at least once. Garran was a big fat landlubber though, infinitely worse. Really one would think the half-orc was just shedding skin color. "I feel like that made us closer as friends."