[ ...It does. Perhaps more than she's willing to ever admit. After all, it's not as if she's the one out there fighting eldritch abominations and setting off dangerous traps and such.
Winter reaches out and gently redirects her gaze towards him, her eyelids fluttering wide at the touch, the gentleness of the gesture and his smile both stirring an aching feeling in her chest, but she swallows thickly - as if that would push that feeling down, too. ]
Then... What of your relationship with your patron, Winter?
[ She knows that can be a bit of a spectrum; she's met warlocks before with quite the tempestuous dynamic with their patrons, but Winter has never given her that kind of impression before. Still, she wants to hear it from him, to be certain of it. ]
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Winter reaches out and gently redirects her gaze towards him, her eyelids fluttering wide at the touch, the gentleness of the gesture and his smile both stirring an aching feeling in her chest, but she swallows thickly - as if that would push that feeling down, too. ]
Then... What of your relationship with your patron, Winter?
[ She knows that can be a bit of a spectrum; she's met warlocks before with quite the tempestuous dynamic with their patrons, but Winter has never given her that kind of impression before. Still, she wants to hear it from him, to be certain of it. ]