for @ofvanguards because we really have no control
Finally, they were taking time to camp. Few understood the...changes..that took effect on a Sin’dorei as they were morphed into Ren’dorei, likely since so few would admit to them. Hector could feel his concentration slipping, his steps lighter over the overgrown ground. Pleasure courses through his limbs with each footfall. Normally, he can tune it to background noise, simply enjoy the curse of his being, but now? Exhaustion works against him, letting him settle into the sensation.
The researcher takes no time to strip most of his armor, keeping his lowest layers on as he lays himself out, his back supported by a tree.
“Any reason for the forced march?” Hector asks his more rugged companion, some unknown source of tension tinging his words with annoyance. He’s restless, even a little unsettled, as he shifts and fidgets lightly in his position.
