[Van's mercy is... surprisingly tender, actually. He handles the Fon Kitten gently, although nowhere near as nicely as when he thought Ion was just a kitten. It's a detached, perfunctory sort of care.
Van holds him a little differently this time, too, so that Ion can use his lower arm as a perch without falling... and so that any passers-by don't see him with his hand on the bottom of what looks to be a 12 year old girl, should the Fon Master suddenly change back.]
I'm putting you back. [His voice is so low that Ion probably hears the quiet rumble more through his chest than anything else.] Unless you want to show me where you live.
[There is no way anyone from Auldrant is going to willingly show Van where they live and he knows it.]
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Date: 2011-10-16 01:25 pm (UTC)Van holds him a little differently this time, too, so that Ion can use his lower arm as a perch without falling... and so that any passers-by don't see him with his hand on the bottom of what looks to be a 12 year old girl, should the Fon Master suddenly change back.]
I'm putting you back. [His voice is so low that Ion probably hears the quiet rumble more through his chest than anything else.] Unless you want to show me where you live.
[There is no way anyone from Auldrant is going to willingly show Van where they live and he knows it.]