[L bristles noticeably when Connor invokes Myr; it's even more noticeable, given his reclined and formerly slack posture.
Obviously, he doesn't want this to get back to Myr. He's here to escape the crushed, deflated feeling that comes with the faun's disappointment when he falls short, turns out to be weak in ways he should have been more resilient, exercised better judgment. Whether or not Myr intends it (and he almost certainly does not intend it), that disappointment has a way of absolutely devastating him and making him feel smaller than he ever has.]
That's your tack...? You're threatening to tell Myr? That's pretty cheap, as they go.
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Obviously, he doesn't want this to get back to Myr. He's here to escape the crushed, deflated feeling that comes with the faun's disappointment when he falls short, turns out to be weak in ways he should have been more resilient, exercised better judgment. Whether or not Myr intends it (and he almost certainly does not intend it), that disappointment has a way of absolutely devastating him and making him feel smaller than he ever has.]
That's your tack...? You're threatening to tell Myr? That's pretty cheap, as they go.