The Quiet Moment

Rache sat for several minutes in the silence of the room.

After having sent Fiadh off to sleep, Donncahd had barely even looked in her direction.

The man went over to his desk, rifled around for a moment, and grabbed his sword. He removed it from its sheathe, turning it over and examining it intently.

His eyes followed each nick and scratch along the blade. He frowned. With a soft 'tsk', he took the sword and moved over closer to the flickering fire and began to oil and sharpen it, perhaps working on removing the scratches.

She didn't actually know if that was a thing he could do, or even how it worked. She just.

Knew just enough to recognize that he was oiling and sharpening it, and that it was maintenance.

She stared at him fro a few long moments.

Then Darrach made a little impatient sound. "Meh-eheh."

He huffed at her in that way of his, and then gently butted at her chest to indicate his need.