#armul

[winter-wise]

Wulf, looking at Regny: Women are so hot.

Wulf, looking at Thrit: Men are hot too oh wow.

Wulf: Why is everyone so hot?

Glorian: Global warming.

[winter-wise]

Meren used to leave Tunuva a jar of honey in her room because he knew she liked honey. But then the memory of Meren's death and Wulf's kidnapping was so tied up with the visual of Meren collecting honey that honey and bees became a PTSD trigger for Tunuva.

Which is such an awful thing for her to endure: the thing she liked, the thing which was tied with the father of her child giving her gifts of friendship, then became irrevocably tied to the traumatic loss of that father and her child.