[snapshot]

[illgotten]

It's like a cloud lifting. His face still shows signs of the strain that's present in his stance, his movements; but in a different, less grim light.

And he walks a different way this afternoon, up the path that leads past Melehan's cabin and eventually, by a roundabout way, to the Mansion; the way Cywyllog so often walks.

typist: yes, this

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[girdleforakiss]

"Morning!" Gawain calls, crunching over the snow.

[illgotten]

He looks around. "Morning yourself."

[girdleforakiss]

"Mmm. Doing better?"

[illgotten]

"I'm fine," shoving his hands in his pockets.