He's preoccupied trying to use his vision to dry himself off even a little bit, to try and shake his nerves. But Crow speaks up, and Lutha starts despite himself, the flame in his open palm nearly flickering out.]
It's nothing. [That is about the only acknowledgement of that compliment he is willing to give right now, gods he is so tired.] Spirits only know how long the powder's going to last in this damn weather. It'd be idiotic not to make it count.
...
[Wordlessly, he looks Crow over with all the suspicion of a feral cat. Who the fuck is this?]
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He's preoccupied trying to use his vision to dry himself off even a little bit, to try and shake his nerves. But Crow speaks up, and Lutha starts despite himself, the flame in his open palm nearly flickering out.]
It's nothing. [That is about the only acknowledgement of that compliment he is willing to give right now, gods he is so tired.] Spirits only know how long the powder's going to last in this damn weather. It'd be idiotic not to make it count.
...
[Wordlessly, he looks Crow over with all the suspicion of a feral cat. Who the fuck is this?]