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[yourtomb]

[Ultimately, and especially at this particular stage of their relationship, there is very little that Silent Salt would do to Shadow Milk, even if he barred entry. Probably go back to sleeping in the stables with Nox. It had been a tempting idea, if not for the Wood Crawlers. Even now, the idea calls to him but...

... People come back here. Elder Faerie could come back. And Salt would be in for the scolding of a lifetime if that happened.

He trudges inside, door all but slammed behind him, determined to make his way to his room. Would, if not for the voice that stops him in his tracks. He turns, armor clanking as he studies Shadow Milk once more.]

I told you I meant to slumber, did I not?

[jesterlies]

If you're capable of sleeping after what I just saw, then I truly wouldn't know what to make of you, Silent Salt Cookie.

[He walks his way towards the Inn's kitchen, waving a hand. He can only extent his olive branch so far, however.]

I don't need the Light of Deceit to know that, either. Do what you wish! I'll drink the tea, if nothing else!

[yourtomb]

[Once again, rage flickers down the span of Silent Salt's form. Once again, it fades just as quickly, leaving him feeling hollow. He hates that Shadow Milk is right. The sight of what should have been Elder Faerie dances behind his eyes even if he so much as blinks.

He knows he'll need to check on Puck soon enough. But for right now, he merely gives a stiff nod, before following after.

And, well... eventually he does remember his manners.]

You helped me find... what was left. For that, at least, I should thank you.

[jesterlies]

[The problem is, is that he understands, and that is a very uncomfortable thought for him, too. This is surely where this weird bout of sympathy is coming from.]

It was all I could do, since this disgusting moon situation has robed me of even more of my magic.

[If not, perhaps there would have been something to save. Perhaps that Fool would not have gotten into that situation to begin with, it's hard to say.]

You're lucky my connection to the beholders hadn't been severed with it, of course.

[This is a very round about way of saying "You're Welcome." He goes rummaging through the cabinets like he lives here. Sets a kettle on the stove.]

...Better to have found something than nothing at all.

[yourtomb]

It is... good that you did not try to do more.

[For all that Silent Salt had wanted Shadow Milk dead once, that desire has been sapped from him. Acknowledging that he had been complicit in the other Cookie's corruption, and thus in the corruption of the remaining virtues, had altered everything. And while that did not mean he forgave Shadow Milk for what came after, it had cast everything into a far different light.

In any case, he knows he was lucky, just as he knows both he and Elder Faerie were likely unworthy of any kindness offered by Shadow Milk. They had both bound the Beast, after all.

But he does not say this. He simply shakes his head.]

I do not know if I agree. Had I been able to salvage something of him, perhaps. But... anything else would have perpetuated the curse. It was almost cruel to find him like that.

[But there isn't any sort of malice or vitriol in those words. He had been able to confirm there was nothing. That had to be enough.]

Perhaps I will take some tea.