Cyril chuckles a bit and keeps a hold of the hand. "Come on you." He's sore so his walking is a little tighter than when they got to their spot in the woods, but he manages. He's used to moving around being used that way.
He's quiet as they get to Redcliffe but he keeps his hand on Sam's hand. When they get to the village and there's more light, he turns to look at Sam. "And this is where we part," he says. He leans in to kiss Sam again. "Thank you for a fun night."
When he finally does slip his hand from Sam's he takes with him the small ring that Sam wears on his small finger, hoping the human didn't notice.
Sam chuckles and lets himself be led. He's tired and sore, though obviously less so than Cyril judging by the sound of his steps. Sam shakes his head. I should probably help him with that when we get back.
He's... content. It's a feeling he's not had in a long long time and he feels his insides flutter a bit with how Cyril is holding his hand. So when Cyril says he has to go it tosses Sam for a loop.
"Wha-?" There's a kiss, and then nothing. In a span of a blink all the warmth is gone and he's alone.
"I have to meet my Clan," Cyril explains. He kisses Sam's cheek gently. "You'll be all right, Sam. You're beautiful. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
He gives Sam an encouraging smile. "Dareth shiral."
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He's quiet as they get to Redcliffe but he keeps his hand on Sam's hand. When they get to the village and there's more light, he turns to look at Sam. "And this is where we part," he says. He leans in to kiss Sam again. "Thank you for a fun night."
When he finally does slip his hand from Sam's he takes with him the small ring that Sam wears on his small finger, hoping the human didn't notice.
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He's... content. It's a feeling he's not had in a long long time and he feels his insides flutter a bit with how Cyril is holding his hand. So when Cyril says he has to go it tosses Sam for a loop.
"Wha-?" There's a kiss, and then nothing. In a span of a blink all the warmth is gone and he's alone.
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He gives Sam an encouraging smile. "Dareth shiral."
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He really is inexperienced at this.
He doesn't know Dalish either. "Ah... thanks?"
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"You should probably get back too. Good bye, Sam." And with that, he moves to leave.
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He stands there for some time before eventually turning to walk back to the tavern. And back to the seat at the bar.