[ He's not wrong - there's half elves, down here, but none of them are favorites. Luckily. The snuffling continues, and then, a hand shoots through the opening, grasping around for something, anything. Royce starts, but keeps his mouth shut, and Nim does as well, reaching gently across to rest his hand on Alfie's knee.
A long, long pause, as the hand gropes around, and then, just as suddenly, withdraws. There's a frustrated noise, and then, right outside, howling. Screaming. Like a pack that's found it's prey. There's the sound of people fighting to force their way in, and --
And that's about when Alfie's going to feel a hand on his arm - Royce, with an expression that's full of recognition, says: ]
I think that's enough.
[ And if Alfie doesn't protest too hard, Royce is going to wake them both up. ]
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A long, long pause, as the hand gropes around, and then, just as suddenly, withdraws. There's a frustrated noise, and then, right outside, howling. Screaming. Like a pack that's found it's prey. There's the sound of people fighting to force their way in, and --
And that's about when Alfie's going to feel a hand on his arm - Royce, with an expression that's full of recognition, says: ]
I think that's enough.
[ And if Alfie doesn't protest too hard, Royce is going to wake them both up. ]