show me where my armour ends
chapter 2 - critical role, rated t, 15.3k
He walks over as if his body is controlled by someone else, looking over the little basket of mushrooms in hazy confusion. How has it never occurred to him that mushrooms might come in from the wild with mud on them?
Constance offers him a clean rag, but he attempts a prestidigitation on the first mushroom and it cleans instantly. He offers her a shy attempt at a smile and she shrugs, smiling back but leaving the rag within arms’ reach.
Hearing Calliope scrubbing away behind him, he can’t help but feel as though he is cheating. As he prestidigitates a second mushroom, he wonders whether any of them possess cleaning magic, whether they would use it if they did.
Don’t they see this as a simple act of making the process easier, more efficient? Now they have a clean rag for another purpose, should they need it.
Or do they see him avoid the manual labour they have no option but to subject themselves to, and imagine he sees himself above it?
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