Daegsatz lifted his head and nodded in sympathy. "Ye've got priorities that be more pressin' than visitin' an ol' sailor in th' brig," he said in an understanding tone. In truth, the isolation was beginning to take its toll on the Sea Wolf, though he'd only been in the gaols for seven suns. It was only when one was forced to sit through endless bells alone that one realised how dangerous it was to the mind to be left alone for so long. He swung his legs off the cot and leaned forward, folding his hands together as he glanced at the paladin in consternation.
Roen looked...tired. Exhausted. It was not merely physical fatigue, but something afflicted her mind. It was in the stiff way she spoke, the way she subconsciously avoided his gaze, her conflicted expression. Daegsatz was not nearly as good at reading expressions as Nero, who could likely tell if a rock was lying, but the Roegadyn did have a certain amount of intuition, and Roen was always forthright in her expressions.
The paladin did make an effort to visit him every day; the least he could do in return was to hear her out and perhaps ease her discomfort with words, cheap as they were.
"Whatev'r be 'appenin' last sun be weighin' on yer mind, lass," Daegsatz said earnestly. "Mayhaps ye be needin' ta speak yer mind 'bout it?"
Roen looked...tired. Exhausted. It was not merely physical fatigue, but something afflicted her mind. It was in the stiff way she spoke, the way she subconsciously avoided his gaze, her conflicted expression. Daegsatz was not nearly as good at reading expressions as Nero, who could likely tell if a rock was lying, but the Roegadyn did have a certain amount of intuition, and Roen was always forthright in her expressions.
The paladin did make an effort to visit him every day; the least he could do in return was to hear her out and perhaps ease her discomfort with words, cheap as they were.
"Whatev'r be 'appenin' last sun be weighin' on yer mind, lass," Daegsatz said earnestly. "Mayhaps ye be needin' ta speak yer mind 'bout it?"
