[For a moment, he's caught off guard. He would have never pegged this place to be so spacious, and he'd never known magic that could warp space. So, for a moment, he awkwardly standing in the foyer, dripping all over the place. He'd never been allowed inside here before and a great discomfort overtook him.]
[He should leave.]
[But before he could turn to go, she was already gesturing for him to sit. To get comfortable. And when he feels the heat of the fire on his face, the chill seeping in is unmistakable. So he does as instructed.]
[When Cecelia returns, she'll find that he's stripped his robes and boots off, sitting cross-legged in front of the fire. At least he's staying in his pants. He's currently rubbing his neck and shoulder, rolling his arm and stretching the chill out of his muscles, letting the heat seep in, his jagged scar almost weirdly bisecting his torso. He's too intent on the fire to notice when she returns.]
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[He should leave.]
[But before he could turn to go, she was already gesturing for him to sit. To get comfortable. And when he feels the heat of the fire on his face, the chill seeping in is unmistakable. So he does as instructed.]
[When Cecelia returns, she'll find that he's stripped his robes and boots off, sitting cross-legged in front of the fire. At least he's staying in his pants. He's currently rubbing his neck and shoulder, rolling his arm and stretching the chill out of his muscles, letting the heat seep in, his jagged scar almost weirdly bisecting his torso. He's too intent on the fire to notice when she returns.]