[So little with L is uncomplicated. When offered fleeting opportunities for it, he'll occasionally accept, often feel relief when he does. It's doubled by merit of Myr's own gladness, and for a moment, all really is in harmony and balance again.
Maybe there can be more moments. He laughs, suddenly and startled, when Myr declares that it's time to go. His apology is just a solitary moment of hesitation as he slips out of his boots, the one item of clothing he wears that isn't brand new, holding them in one hand as he carefully steps up on Myr's offered leg with a bare foot. His bones are sharp (hence, the preliminary unspoken apology), but at the very least, there's not much weight pressing into his heels when he steps up as lightly as he can.]
Of course... I won't let you run into anything.
[Once astride the deer, made enormous by merit of full moon exposure, he shifts and fidgets a bit, trying to determine the most secure way to sit. He's ridden Myr before, in a dream, but it's a bit different without that convenient gloss over practicality and logic. Dimensions matter, also, and he reaches up to uncertainly grasp at his Bonded's antlers. If nothing else, he can cling to these; the strength has returned to his fingers to the point where it's possible.]
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Maybe there can be more moments. He laughs, suddenly and startled, when Myr declares that it's time to go. His apology is just a solitary moment of hesitation as he slips out of his boots, the one item of clothing he wears that isn't brand new, holding them in one hand as he carefully steps up on Myr's offered leg with a bare foot. His bones are sharp (hence, the preliminary unspoken apology), but at the very least, there's not much weight pressing into his heels when he steps up as lightly as he can.]
Of course... I won't let you run into anything.
[Once astride the deer, made enormous by merit of full moon exposure, he shifts and fidgets a bit, trying to determine the most secure way to sit. He's ridden Myr before, in a dream, but it's a bit different without that convenient gloss over practicality and logic. Dimensions matter, also, and he reaches up to uncertainly grasp at his Bonded's antlers. If nothing else, he can cling to these; the strength has returned to his fingers to the point where it's possible.]