[He doesn't struggle. Eithan's arms feel like the only safe thing in the universe right now, so Belth isn't shy about leaning on him, even resting his head on the other mage's shoulder.]
I wonder what they want. Surely they want something...
[ Even when he moves his hand away from Belth's neck, his arms all to easily settle around him - in a way that somehow just seems to make sense. Like he doesn't even need to think about it. ... Of course, if he did think about it, he might actually notice the faint tint of red in his own cheeks, but... well, Eithan never claimed to be a thinker. ]
Obviously they don't want us dead... But what the hell could we have that they'd want? Somethin' on the ships? Some kinda knowledge?
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I wonder what they want. Surely they want something...
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Obviously they don't want us dead... But what the hell could we have that they'd want? Somethin' on the ships? Some kinda knowledge?