[Adam certainly doesn't protest at having a glass put in his hands, but he doesn't take a drink just yet – instead keeping his gaze trained on Dorian, brows drawn together in a thoughtful frown, as if he's expecting the man's glass skin to crack from the exertion of further speech.
(It doesn't, but the concern is still there, etched subtly in the hard lines of Adam's face.)]
Explains some of what I saw earlier. I kind of thought the random patches of glass around the ship were an interesting design choice, but I wasn't going to say anything about it. [His tone marks it as an attempt at humor, though the continual frown somewhat ruins the effect.
Adam takes a moment to take his first taste of the wine, which turns out to be a grateful one; he'd never really developed a taste for the stuff, but it'd be obvious to anyone with functioning tastebuds how much better this is compared to the whiskey from earlier.
He takes another, much larger, drink before continuing (he'd never really learned to take sips, either.)] Wish I could say I'm a doctor or a magician, but… [Frankly, no one would mistake him for one.] The crew members who are, though– have they made much headway in finding out how to put things back to normal?
[He'd signed the contract, so it's just as much his problem as theirs – though he's not sure what he can do about it at this point, himself. These Caducans are long gone, as far as he can gather, along with anything they might know about how to fix this. No one left behind to work his own personal brand of magic on (because his knack for getting answers out of people can certainly be described as a sort of magic!)]
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(It doesn't, but the concern is still there, etched subtly in the hard lines of Adam's face.)]
Explains some of what I saw earlier. I kind of thought the random patches of glass around the ship were an interesting design choice, but I wasn't going to say anything about it. [His tone marks it as an attempt at humor, though the continual frown somewhat ruins the effect.
Adam takes a moment to take his first taste of the wine, which turns out to be a grateful one; he'd never really developed a taste for the stuff, but it'd be obvious to anyone with functioning tastebuds how much better this is compared to the whiskey from earlier.
He takes another, much larger, drink before continuing (he'd never really learned to take sips, either.)] Wish I could say I'm a doctor or a magician, but… [Frankly, no one would mistake him for one.] The crew members who are, though– have they made much headway in finding out how to put things back to normal?
[He'd signed the contract, so it's just as much his problem as theirs – though he's not sure what he can do about it at this point, himself. These Caducans are long gone, as far as he can gather, along with anything they might know about how to fix this. No one left behind to work his own personal brand of magic on (because his knack for getting answers out of people can certainly be described as a sort of magic!)]