[The commandeering angle from Ademnet is interesting, and Barnabas does not see reason to fight him. He is not so confined by the shackles of pride and ego, but it is strange to see this boy, who is practically a stranger, bristle with concern.
Well, perhaps it shouldn't be strange, good people care about people, yet something inside him marks it odd all the same.
He takes that seat, sitting a little slumped as he rests his arm on his leg, his eyes looking at the blood there as if it could tell him what barred him from that memory. The question breaks his focus and he peers up at Ademnet, his brows pinching slightly.]
I have no preference.
[At least, that's what he thinks. Nothing speaks to him, and there's no memory telling him that he once preferred wine or mead.]
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Well, perhaps it shouldn't be strange, good people care about people, yet something inside him marks it odd all the same.
He takes that seat, sitting a little slumped as he rests his arm on his leg, his eyes looking at the blood there as if it could tell him what barred him from that memory. The question breaks his focus and he peers up at Ademnet, his brows pinching slightly.]
I have no preference.
[At least, that's what he thinks. Nothing speaks to him, and there's no memory telling him that he once preferred wine or mead.]
Though, mayhap the towel will be enough.