The heavy coat dropped on him and he grunted under the weight, though did not argue with the other and put the coat on. It was warm and the faint shivering he had finally realized he was doing perhaps would be abated by both the roaring fire and the brown leather he seemed to have forced onto him. At least, Khadgar didn't complain and even smiled briefly, until Greymane finally told him why he was there.
He was there for him? Khadgar turned his head and looked openly boggled at the Worgen, with his head tilted owlishly, confused by what he had heard. Why would he be there for him? It abated when Genn gave him a more logical excuse as to why he was there. He was there to get him and return him to civilization, to help keep the peace that the Archmage didn't know if he even wanted to keep. Light knew he didn't feel worthy of being called the Guardian anymore, let alone act as it.
But things never truly went the way he wanted and more than once he was forced into a situation that he had no choice but to be what everyone expected of him. Perhaps that was the other part of the reason why he fled; to grieve, to be alone with his thoughts and the voice that always sounded like Medivh telling him it was his fault and also to be without expectations. Undoubtedly he would have not felt like he would be able to grieve if he had remained in Dalaran after the funeral, perhaps he would have broken much harder than he had in the first few nights in the cave. More than likely, he would not be able to recover from such a break in a place where people needed him.
Genn still wanted to take him back and he wanted to say something biting about it, but instead nodded his head and tugged the jacket closer around him, tucking his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them all over again.
“My habits are fine,” he groused, glaring briefly at the King and then rolling his eyes at the suggestion that he would have let himself die in such a place. “Not here, no. Perhaps another time.”
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He was there for him? Khadgar turned his head and looked openly boggled at the Worgen, with his head tilted owlishly, confused by what he had heard. Why would he be there for him? It abated when Genn gave him a more logical excuse as to why he was there. He was there to get him and return him to civilization, to help keep the peace that the Archmage didn't know if he even wanted to keep. Light knew he didn't feel worthy of being called the Guardian anymore, let alone act as it.
But things never truly went the way he wanted and more than once he was forced into a situation that he had no choice but to be what everyone expected of him. Perhaps that was the other part of the reason why he fled; to grieve, to be alone with his thoughts and the voice that always sounded like Medivh telling him it was his fault and also to be without expectations. Undoubtedly he would have not felt like he would be able to grieve if he had remained in Dalaran after the funeral, perhaps he would have broken much harder than he had in the first few nights in the cave. More than likely, he would not be able to recover from such a break in a place where people needed him.
Genn still wanted to take him back and he wanted to say something biting about it, but instead nodded his head and tugged the jacket closer around him, tucking his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them all over again.
“My habits are fine,” he groused, glaring briefly at the King and then rolling his eyes at the suggestion that he would have let himself die in such a place. “Not here, no. Perhaps another time.”
Well, he hoped that annoyed him.