Keep it. Trade it, throw it out, do whatever you want.
[He doesn't want to come any closer or risk their hands touching if he takes it back. It's stupid and irrational and Ephemera knows it, but sometimes he gets twitchy and can't stand the thought of letting anyone close enough to pull a knife on him. Not when he's out of armor.
He tried to apologize. It didn't work, so he'll go away. There's still a chance that could be simple.]
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[She offers the wine back.]
Don't worry. I'm not gonna fuck with you, either.
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Keep it. Trade it, throw it out, do whatever you want.
[He doesn't want to come any closer or risk their hands touching if he takes it back. It's stupid and irrational and Ephemera knows it, but sometimes he gets twitchy and can't stand the thought of letting anyone close enough to pull a knife on him. Not when he's out of armor.
He tried to apologize. It didn't work, so he'll go away. There's still a chance that could be simple.]
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