Khadgar wasn't the only one suffering from feeling helpless. Genn was also fighting against feeling powerless and incapable of doing anything to console the other man.
Insasmuch as he wouldn't necessarily mind letting Khadgar rest burrowed against him, it wasn't really conductive toward the problems they were facing. Neither the personal ones they each were battling, nor the larger ones they'd left festering back on Azeroth.
Perhaps best if he tried coaxing the other man out of the walls he'd built up around him. The irony of that wasn't lost upon him. He who had thought walls would protect him and his lands, his people. Walls that had instead trapped them and in the end did nothing to save them from a truly persistent enemy.
He rose up from the cave floor to make his way to the fire, checking the bird. It was indeed done. Khadgar's words did earn something of a hard look, but he could see some small sense in them. If his eating habits here were as poor as he feared, it was possible the bird would be too rich for him to eat much of. Thus, he refrained from pressing the issue and set to finding a pair of stones he could rest the spit upon that would keep the bird up off the floor and allow it to cool. Perhaps he could go find something that would be easier than the meat on the other man's stomach.
"When was the last time you ate something...that wasn't magically created?" Hopefully, it'd help him figure out just how easy he'd need to go on the other man, and how long a road he'd have to travel to get Khadgar back to a more fit state. Though he suspected he'd manage to get Khadgar's body in fit shape long before he succeeded getting his mind there. He knew just how stubborn the archmage could be when he put his mind to it.
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Insasmuch as he wouldn't necessarily mind letting Khadgar rest burrowed against him, it wasn't really conductive toward the problems they were facing. Neither the personal ones they each were battling, nor the larger ones they'd left festering back on Azeroth.
Perhaps best if he tried coaxing the other man out of the walls he'd built up around him. The irony of that wasn't lost upon him. He who had thought walls would protect him and his lands, his people. Walls that had instead trapped them and in the end did nothing to save them from a truly persistent enemy.
He rose up from the cave floor to make his way to the fire, checking the bird. It was indeed done. Khadgar's words did earn something of a hard look, but he could see some small sense in them. If his eating habits here were as poor as he feared, it was possible the bird would be too rich for him to eat much of. Thus, he refrained from pressing the issue and set to finding a pair of stones he could rest the spit upon that would keep the bird up off the floor and allow it to cool. Perhaps he could go find something that would be easier than the meat on the other man's stomach.
"When was the last time you ate something...that wasn't magically created?" Hopefully, it'd help him figure out just how easy he'd need to go on the other man, and how long a road he'd have to travel to get Khadgar back to a more fit state. Though he suspected he'd manage to get Khadgar's body in fit shape long before he succeeded getting his mind there. He knew just how stubborn the archmage could be when he put his mind to it.