[He rubs the back of his neck, looking unsure, but ultimately nods. It's just around the corner, once inside, he sets his sword on its stand. He takes his usual spot on the edge of the bed, back to the wall so he can lean. He still looks tired.]
I'm... not upset at you for that. One would think a goddess would have more decorum, but...
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I'm... not upset at you for that. One would think a goddess would have more decorum, but...
[But, Ereshkigal.]