@murderofcrovvs said: “Out or curiosity, if I had another favour to ask,” she began lightly, walking her index and middle finger up the length of his arm, “what exactly would it cost me?” She lifted her hand once it reached his shoulder, and brushed her digits through the mantle that hung over his shoulders to idly push it away from his armour. “How deep in debt would I be in?”
She is a presence he has not quite grown use to, arriving without rhyme or reason that could not initially be found until she decided to divulge such things, an almost exciting aspect to her being. Yor gives Sul but a single glance over before allowing himself to watch where fingers trail, how they trace invisible lines over fabric and metal to the coarse fur. A hum lies low in his throat.
“Depends on what you are asking for, this time.”
Sul never came around unless she wanted, needed, something. Be it from him directly or information that would lead to another. He isn’t bothered by that fact. If anything, the beast is simply amused that he was the one that got her to come crawling out of the woodwork.