Roleplay

"Garrett hissed under his breath in pain at the kitten who had dug its sharp little daggers into his leg, giving it a small ruffle of its fur. He then sat back down, understanding he probably couldn't walk to the next town like this without risking a lot. Still, he was under the impression she was like all the other magi he'd met before.

So he watched her meaningfully for a long minute, his brow working over his tired eyes.

"You don't look to be part of a Coterie. Why is that?" He finally asked, after the small beast in his lap had calmed down and was purring again. He rubbed an eye with the heel of his palm as he asked this.

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Admittedly, Garett had looked at her legs a moment before his gaze darted back up. He was getting a little irritated with how she was dressed. It wasn't distracting but it was getting there.

Still, he was her guest. He ought not say anything about it. His mother had instilled better manners in him than that.

"Whatever you desire to fix, I will eat. I am your guest, after all." And by extension at your mercy, I suppose, he added internally as an afterthought.

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Garrett caught the look for certain, but said nothing. Instead he only felt a little bad. And it made him feel as though he were some lecher: when he knew he really wasn't. He gave a soft exhale, his hands on his thighs, before looking down at the kitten she had left behind.

"What do you think?" He asked the small purring creature, soft, warm and simple. He was personally thankful on some level this witch had taken him into her care: it had been very generous of her. He needn't lose sight of it. And she was likely a bit antisocial if she lived alone and didn't associate with other magi or formal organizations.

She also didn't look fully human. Which in itself was a little reassuring to Garrett. Non-humans were always easier to understand. Their motives were more simple. He tsked quietly and leaned down to reach his hands out, open palmed, to entice the small creature back into his lap.

Perhaps he would ask if she needed anything done. Like...building a shed or something he could quickly do to express his gratitude then get back on the road.

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Garrett took the dish thankfully, glad to put something warm into his stomach. He had eaten at quite a few hospitable homes in a few western areas. He had tasted a wide variety of foods, and this was no exception. He was not particularly picky, either. It was edible and warm, and did have an effect on his mood.

"Thank you." He gratefully said, soft and polite, after he had made quick work of it. He had been ravenous, it seemed. He waited a moment, before fiddling with his signet on his chain.

"Do you truly live alone? How far are you from the nearest town?" There were the implications in his head that since she was a witch she may have been ousted, or in hiding currently. Depending on how rural an area was, enchantresses were either deemed with no respect, or all the respect possible. "And I meant other than the cat, when I said alone." He added, some soft laughter in his voice to this woman whose name he didn't even know yet, quite amusingly.

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"Nothing wrong with solitude, you know," Garrett said emphatically. "Even though I'm a bootsman, I spend years alone before running into anyone else I can formally speak to. Solitude makes you independent. Strong." He said, with a concerned crease to his brow. He shrugged with one shoulder at her question, sucking his cheeks in. "So long as you don't allow me to eat all you have in your home." He answered, perhaps a bit chastened by how hungry he was.

The food was good, he had to admit. And the town only being 3 miles away? Not too bad.