[ @fallen-shamans-spirit ] { @billythewitchesbane }
After a warm bath, a bout of clothing-based gymnastics, and William being carted around, Yorgrim pushes the curtain aside and pokes his head into the tent.
"Darner?"
*He’s at least made it as far as the edge of the bed, legs dangling off the side with a blanket around his shoulders. The tent looks somehow spruced up and untidy in differing ways. He looks up when they enter.*
“……. I’m sorry.”









