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the language barrier is not a problem when raedwulf speaks—the gratitude is written in his eyes, his tone. cicero grins then, a rare and fleeting thing. "you are welcome. just try and keep yourself out of harms way for now, yes?" he muses with a certain lightness to his voice. 

he doubted the man would obey. warriors like himself do not stop to think about their health before they toss themselves into a battle. the healer will be needed again, in due time, and he would provide his expertise with minimal complaint. 

cicero lingers in the tranquility he often doesn't seek out for just a while longer. something unspoken between them, but something felt. and when he's ready to brave the journey down, he stands. "take care of yourself, raedwulf. have a good night." there is a warmth to his words, and perhaps an inkling of warmth in his gaze as it lingers on the man for a moment. 

and then, he's trudging down the hill, slipping away into the shadows with a newfound sense of kinship.

exit cicero!