Two hundred pounds of dire wolf doesn’t move easy, and Clive walks a narrow line between being grateful for Torgal’s loyalty and apprehensive of that loyalty making it harder on both of them.
“Jill’s going to be back before you know it,” Clive tells Torgal, kneeling down once more and putting his hands out for the beast. He has to be calm, untroubled. Firm: “But for now, with me, my friend.”
Torgal looks between Clive and Jill with what can only be described as confusion, and then sits once his eyes are on Clive's. Some level of understanding is there, because he's gone with Clive on long excursions and he's also stayed or gone with Jill, too. Perhaps this is one of those times.
Jill wishes it were. Wishes it more than anything, that at the end of the week, Clive will be in her arms and Torgal will plop down at her feet.
"All right," Jill breathes out. "I really do need to go. Let me know if he needs anything."
This time, she's able to step around him without being blocked.
“Of course,” he says, wanting to have something to need for Torgal, wanting an excuse. “I’ll see you then.”
Something to look forward to, even if it hurts.
As Jill goes, Torgal gets up off his haunches and wanders towards Clive, though he still looks back at Jill’s retreating back. Clive sinks his fingers into the thick mane of the wolf’s neck, sighing, allowing himself to look at her, too.
[Jill sees the text because her sleep is awful unless assisted by some magical candles. She reads it, groans, and lets it sit there for a good fifteen minutes before replying.]
It's all right. I told you to contact me if Torgal needed something.
I think he just needs time to adjust.
[You know, she said that about Clive countless times since they arrived here. And now they all need time to adjust to this new normal, Torgal included.]
[Even if Torgal perfectly understood the words, she doubts their furry companion would understand. Oh, but she would love to hear Clive try and explain "it" to him.]
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“Jill’s going to be back before you know it,” Clive tells Torgal, kneeling down once more and putting his hands out for the beast. He has to be calm, untroubled. Firm: “But for now, with me, my friend.”
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Jill wishes it were. Wishes it more than anything, that at the end of the week, Clive will be in her arms and Torgal will plop down at her feet.
"All right," Jill breathes out. "I really do need to go. Let me know if he needs anything."
This time, she's able to step around him without being blocked.
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Something to look forward to, even if it hurts.
As Jill goes, Torgal gets up off his haunches and wanders towards Clive, though he still looks back at Jill’s retreating back. Clive sinks his fingers into the thick mane of the wolf’s neck, sighing, allowing himself to look at her, too.
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He misses you. He’s been pacing for hours.
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Poor boy.
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Does he do this when I leave the Hideaway without him?
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[The wolf seems to have some understanding that they're both nearby, but apart. It breaks her heart in a new way.]
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I’ll figure out something to soothe him. Apologies for disturbing you.
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I think he just needs time to adjust.
[You know, she said that about Clive countless times since they arrived here. And now they all need time to adjust to this new normal, Torgal included.]
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He looked for Cid for so long.
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Perhaps he is not looking for me, then.
[He could be looking for Joshua.]
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No, he’s looking for you.
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I am sorry your sleep is disturbed.
[No, she's not.]
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I’ll let you get back to your own sleep, and see you next week.
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