( He looks to Sinclair's heartened expression, then studies the barren wasteland of the cursed earth and the looming castle at its centre - a quiet place, despite the illness about it. He finds he doesn't mind it so much.
He considers the next step of the story as he pulls them forward to the castle, a steadier, less strident pace. They'd have to part hands soon enough, but not just yet. )
... Yes. Maybe it's taught the fox something, at least - that finding a friend isn't impossible.
( That it isn't so hopeless, yet. That's probably the kind of story Sinclair wants to write, right? One that expresses hope for the future, despite the injury of the past. )
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He considers the next step of the story as he pulls them forward to the castle, a steadier, less strident pace. They'd have to part hands soon enough, but not just yet. )
... Yes. Maybe it's taught the fox something, at least - that finding a friend isn't impossible.
( That it isn't so hopeless, yet. That's probably the kind of story Sinclair wants to write, right? One that expresses hope for the future, despite the injury of the past. )