[ Hans follows, catching Oren's fingers in his and letting himself be led. He'd been to that mountain mostly out of duty. The Fog God calls, he answers. He's starting to not like that very much. ]
I'm glad you weren't badly wounded. [ Really. He'd actually hate himself if he scared off the one person who really understands him. ]
More the lack of convenience than anything. It doesn't hurt, but it feels... odd. You never notice how often you use both of your hands to do even normal tasks until you lose one of them.
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[ Hans follows, catching Oren's fingers in his and letting himself be led. He'd been to that mountain mostly out of duty. The Fog God calls, he answers. He's starting to not like that very much. ]
I'm glad you weren't badly wounded. [ Really. He'd actually hate himself if he scared off the one person who really understands him. ]
More the lack of convenience than anything. It doesn't hurt, but it feels... odd. You never notice how often you use both of your hands to do even normal tasks until you lose one of them.