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[nehnahlmey]

[In his mind, a project devoted to building one's dwelling is a project best left to rot in Sovngarde, but Alain had thought otherwise. Before Nehnahlmey could raise a word in complaint, Alain took to his task with no intention of stopping, resulting in a week's span of time where the dragon found himself with nothing to do. As opposed to directing his energies in more constructive pursuits, he holed himself in a cave beside a cliffside, counted the number of goats he could have torn apart until ultimately deciding a nap was more entertaining.

Until a concentration of energy seeps into his consciousness. Until he opens a single eye to regard the source near the entrance. Until he catches a glimpse of white hair.

His answer is brief.]

Finished already?

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[nehnahlmey]

[Alain gives a truth that cannot be denied, a discrepancy Nehnahlmey had since the dawn of his existence. A flaw which eventually led to his naming.

And here, the man would call it a virtue.

The dragon watches as is only natural for him.]

...Is my kindness wanted?

[dovahfahdon]

[ There is a delicacy seen that is not familiar. To that Alain's expression softens. ]

You are wanted. In whatever form you decide to take.

[nehnahlmey]

[Nehnahlmey would smile, if he had the lips for the expression. Instead, his voice projects like a whisper, a breeze in the air.]

Then you shall have me. Whatever I happen to be.