[ Did he just imply the winter was harsh without them around... surely, in jest... nonetheless, their bleariness betrays them, and they blink a little in surprise at that remark, not even immediately schooling their expression into submission shortly after. Clearly, they didn't expect him to say something like that so bluntly, and also clearly, maybe they're reading into it. Same as they would've normally, they're just not being so masterful at keeping it to themself, at this time. ]
It's nothing special...
[ They mumble, averting their eyes off to nowhere in particular, eyebrow creasing a little more, unsure of why they even said that. It's not like it was praise, he was just saying that he wishes he could sleep through such things. Absentmindedly, they scuff their heel in the colorless dirt, looking down at their shoe. ]
I don't think you'd like it much. Sleeping so long. [ He'd probably get FOMO from missing out on much of anything, even something completely asinine. That's their impression of him. ] Even being frozen for a few days was enough to set you out of sorts...
[ They say that half to reaffirm their own memories of the event, and half to convince him it's maybe not so enviable as he thinks. Back in the castle, he'd felt chagrined that he'd fallen victim to the ice at all, which made him incapable of going around saving other people. By kissing them, they won't mention or linger on for too long. Their memory of back then is foggy, but that part is clear — how quick he'd been to spring back up into action. How he'd asked them to tag along. Their mind is slow to pick up to the feeling that they should change the subject, or parry the focus back to him, so when they do so, it's belatedly, like they had to think of a good comeback. Eventually, they huff. ]
Besides. You would've missed out kissing frogs, otherwise.
[ Soon as he says that he turned into a frog, the fairytales in the library having to do with the frog prince come to mind... see, he got to make up for his lack of kissing in the ice castle. It's funny, and his reaction will serve as a little test of his feelings towards such a turn of events. Groggy as they are, Cairngorm is secretive and subtle as always — the only way they know how to go about getting information is the roundabout, plausibly deniable way. ]
no subject
It's nothing special...
[ They mumble, averting their eyes off to nowhere in particular, eyebrow creasing a little more, unsure of why they even said that. It's not like it was praise, he was just saying that he wishes he could sleep through such things. Absentmindedly, they scuff their heel in the colorless dirt, looking down at their shoe. ]
I don't think you'd like it much. Sleeping so long. [ He'd probably get FOMO from missing out on much of anything, even something completely asinine. That's their impression of him. ] Even being frozen for a few days was enough to set you out of sorts...
[ They say that half to reaffirm their own memories of the event, and half to convince him it's maybe not so enviable as he thinks. Back in the castle, he'd felt chagrined that he'd fallen victim to the ice at all, which made him incapable of going around saving other people. By kissing them, they won't mention or linger on for too long. Their memory of back then is foggy, but that part is clear — how quick he'd been to spring back up into action. How he'd asked them to tag along. Their mind is slow to pick up to the feeling that they should change the subject, or parry the focus back to him, so when they do so, it's belatedly, like they had to think of a good comeback. Eventually, they huff. ]
Besides. You would've missed out kissing frogs, otherwise.
[ Soon as he says that he turned into a frog, the fairytales in the library having to do with the frog prince come to mind... see, he got to make up for his lack of kissing in the ice castle. It's funny, and his reaction will serve as a little test of his feelings towards such a turn of events. Groggy as they are, Cairngorm is secretive and subtle as always — the only way they know how to go about getting information is the roundabout, plausibly deniable way. ]