[Every time his hands plunge back into the chest, he wades through a mixture of disconnected bits of pieces of memories. Nothing cries out to him as particularly strong or related to their current quest, though, and Cal focuses on clamping down on the urge to listen regardless. He's always been curious and while that comes in handy with his gift sometimes, other times it gets in his own way.
So more stacks of paper are set aside and a leather pouch is rifled through, though the latter ends up being murkier than the others. Still, no ring or any other trinket he's looking for.
Amid the whisperings beneath his fingers, Merrin speaks, and Cal stops in order to actually hear her. It takes him a second to connect her last statement with everything else.]
Yeah, I did.
[...Hey, wait.
He glances back at Merrin, whose face, as always, betrays nothing, then over to the poor spirit who just seems beside himself, though at least he's not shrieking at the moment. And then back to Merrin.
Should they have this kind of conversation in front of a man who has clearly been grieving for years? Centuries? However long it's been. He clears his throat and peers into the almost halfway empty chest to see if anything shiny makes itself known.]
I mean, yeah. Solitude isn't bad, but too much of it for me is kinda...
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So more stacks of paper are set aside and a leather pouch is rifled through, though the latter ends up being murkier than the others. Still, no ring or any other trinket he's looking for.
Amid the whisperings beneath his fingers, Merrin speaks, and Cal stops in order to actually hear her. It takes him a second to connect her last statement with everything else.]
Yeah, I did.
[...Hey, wait.
He glances back at Merrin, whose face, as always, betrays nothing, then over to the poor spirit who just seems beside himself, though at least he's not shrieking at the moment. And then back to Merrin.
Should they have this kind of conversation in front of a man who has clearly been grieving for years? Centuries? However long it's been. He clears his throat and peers into the almost halfway empty chest to see if anything shiny makes itself known.]
I mean, yeah. Solitude isn't bad, but too much of it for me is kinda...
[He shrugs.]
I just think a lot.