Moonspear i’m on the dark side of a hollow hill

"Perhaps," he murmured with a hint of persistent humor. Stones could be moved with time, he wanted to contest. Yet now there was more than just one stone; there were pebbles too and even he knew the strongest of wills could sink with them in their mouth. Seeds took to root and grew invasive, anchoring them to that one singular point until they could no longer. Upheavals fractured things. He needed not to be told.

And yet—he found he still desired it, minutely.

"The company does help, I will concede that point. There is comfort in knowing that more than just two of your sisters are fond of me," he went on. "I suspect things would be very much different if all of you were disapproving of me." While he had accepted that Alya may never come around to enjoying his company, she was apart of the minority that thought little of him.