[ Amos cocks his head and narrows his eyes at Ephemera, taking in his appearance. The clothes, a sign that he could be ready for any physical altercation. The missing eye, a sign that he's practiced enough to survive - although that it's still missing is curious.
The open hands, loose at the sides, a universal sign that he's not a threat.
Amos relaxes slightly. Stops white knuckling the edge of his cot like he'd been before. Sits up a little straighter. ]
That's days away.
[ An end date is a nice target to have, at least. Does a little to lessen his stress. Not a lot, but it's a light at the end of the tunnel to look towards, and he needs that light. ]
They treat everyone who comes here this kindly? [ The sarcasm is dripping. He waves a hand vaguely in the direction of their bare bones, barely hospitable surroundings. ]
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The open hands, loose at the sides, a universal sign that he's not a threat.
Amos relaxes slightly. Stops white knuckling the edge of his cot like he'd been before. Sits up a little straighter. ]
That's days away.
[ An end date is a nice target to have, at least. Does a little to lessen his stress. Not a lot, but it's a light at the end of the tunnel to look towards, and he needs that light. ]
They treat everyone who comes here this kindly? [ The sarcasm is dripping. He waves a hand vaguely in the direction of their bare bones, barely hospitable surroundings. ]