Llane took a deep breath as Lothar told him he was to allow Lothar to take care of him, put his hand upon the small of his back and repeated to him that he needed to relax. Eyes closed and he exhaled slowly, only opening when he had felt he could somewhat give Lothar more than the worried glance of a king and more the crooked smile of an indignant friend being bullied into stopping whatever he was doing.
"Relaxing is for people who don't have the people's safety resting squarely on his shoulders," he murmured impudently, though he did not venture to remove the hand or move away. "I suppose that would be why you're here, though."
He chuckled tiredly, turning to face his friend and forgo any trivial dancing around it by moving to tuck himself against Lothar's side. He gave a brief, hesitant murmur of a sound and took it upon himself to hook his chin over Lothar's shoulder, resting there.
"If I'm back in here after you're done forcing me to relax, you realize Taria will yell at one of us. Preferably you. I have some face to save," he finally settled on, snorting loudly and stifling one of the first laughs he's had in a while.
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"Relaxing is for people who don't have the people's safety resting squarely on his shoulders," he murmured impudently, though he did not venture to remove the hand or move away. "I suppose that would be why you're here, though."
He chuckled tiredly, turning to face his friend and forgo any trivial dancing around it by moving to tuck himself against Lothar's side. He gave a brief, hesitant murmur of a sound and took it upon himself to hook his chin over Lothar's shoulder, resting there.
"If I'm back in here after you're done forcing me to relax, you realize Taria will yell at one of us. Preferably you. I have some face to save," he finally settled on, snorting loudly and stifling one of the first laughs he's had in a while.