[ Oh. A small... coeurl? No, the whiskers are not long enough. Joshua watches it run to the house as he catches his breath, glancing up at Clive in thanks a moment later. When the thing comes back and deposits a bottle at his feet, though, he blinks in surprise. He... hadn't expected anything like this.
He kneels, collecting the bottle and rising to his feet again, cradling it in his hands like a precious treasure. ]
Thank you, my lady.
[ It is a gift given in kindness, and one that he knows he should take now rather than later. So he does, listening intently as he drinks from it. It does indeed soothe his throat, and he feels significantly less ragged.
The question of a mark does make him pause, and Joshua turns to Clive, tipping his head. ]
... well, brother? What do you think?
[ Personally, he doesn't mind it. Beiwe has proven to be on their side. ]
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He kneels, collecting the bottle and rising to his feet again, cradling it in his hands like a precious treasure. ]
Thank you, my lady.
[ It is a gift given in kindness, and one that he knows he should take now rather than later. So he does, listening intently as he drinks from it. It does indeed soothe his throat, and he feels significantly less ragged.
The question of a mark does make him pause, and Joshua turns to Clive, tipping his head. ]
... well, brother? What do you think?
[ Personally, he doesn't mind it. Beiwe has proven to be on their side. ]