Pear - On & Off
Main EntryTimeframe : 1272
Head poked through the window, Reida stifled a laugh at Kairn’s jaw, pockmarked with bits of tissue as it was. “Mercenary bitch disapproves of the whiskers, does she?”
Kairn bit his tongue, then, “R-right,” he said.
She leaned in further, one brow raised. “She must be something special. I haven’t seen your chin in years.”
He picked a bloody paper off his cheek. “She is.”
“Why the dark looks, then?” She dug a cloth with a healing sigil on it from her pocket and Kairn gladly took it.
“Lyssa doesn’t give a damn about the beard. It…started going grey.”