[ Except he doesn't quite let her hand go. It's no grip she couldn't free herself of with a light tug, but she's not the only one who's noticed they sleep apart from each other instead of their perfect crescent. He'd already chosen a berth before he found her; what happens now is trading spaces until he gets something near, but Matthias isn't so willing to give up the one he's got at a nice corner. ]
Because...
[ ... He doesn't actually know how to explain, and fumbles a bit, then, ]
... The water.
[ He'd gone swimming; it'd felt like home. Not the training camp in Djerholm, not any part of his life that was touched by that. But home, the village, the water had cured something of the longing and pain. It had been precisely that temperature. ]
The spirits grant wishes, sometimes. I am sure that was one of mine.
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Because...
[ ... He doesn't actually know how to explain, and fumbles a bit, then, ]
... The water.
[ He'd gone swimming; it'd felt like home. Not the training camp in Djerholm, not any part of his life that was touched by that. But home, the village, the water had cured something of the longing and pain. It had been precisely that temperature. ]
The spirits grant wishes, sometimes. I am sure that was one of mine.