John is determined to hold onto his outrage, and the righteous fury that comes from being singled out and shamed in front of his peers. If this results in any boldness on the parts of the other Signatories, John is going to seed every Way into Faerie that he knows about with iron and steel.
But the good and fair Knight of Winter is doing his best to stamp out John's upset. The cloth wound around his neck is a strange mixture, like Dresden himself: the finery of Winter worn down into something warm and comfortable. It is placed on him, not offered, and that would mean no recompense was needed. A gift, freely given. Like the wine, but entirely different in nature. It bolsters him instead of impairs, and when Dresden holds out the arms of his pea coat...
That is not a gift offered freely, but John accepts anyway. Dresden has not changed so much that John cannot look into his eyes and see his soul again. The man he knew is still in there.
"I see that your sense of humor rose from the ashes with the rest of you in your resurrection. A shame." John settles the coat down his arms, noting the rich green color and the odd way the sleeves seem to shorten to fit his arms better. The scarf he wraps more fully around his neck and feels warmer and more cognizant for it.
His back is to the Knight and John thinks about what has thus occurred. For a moment, he feels a tension... "Am I being handled by Winter, Sir Knight?" And what a disappointment that would be. Perhaps it is inevitable that Winter would use his and Dresden's connection in such a way. But it feels like a trespass.
In his pocket is one of Gard's rune tiles. He breaks it, and an efficient (but expensive) rescue will be launched. Oh, that he wouldn't have to use it...
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But the good and fair Knight of Winter is doing his best to stamp out John's upset. The cloth wound around his neck is a strange mixture, like Dresden himself: the finery of Winter worn down into something warm and comfortable. It is placed on him, not offered, and that would mean no recompense was needed. A gift, freely given. Like the wine, but entirely different in nature. It bolsters him instead of impairs, and when Dresden holds out the arms of his pea coat...
That is not a gift offered freely, but John accepts anyway. Dresden has not changed so much that John cannot look into his eyes and see his soul again. The man he knew is still in there.
"I see that your sense of humor rose from the ashes with the rest of you in your resurrection. A shame." John settles the coat down his arms, noting the rich green color and the odd way the sleeves seem to shorten to fit his arms better. The scarf he wraps more fully around his neck and feels warmer and more cognizant for it.
His back is to the Knight and John thinks about what has thus occurred. For a moment, he feels a tension... "Am I being handled by Winter, Sir Knight?" And what a disappointment that would be. Perhaps it is inevitable that Winter would use his and Dresden's connection in such a way. But it feels like a trespass.
In his pocket is one of Gard's rune tiles. He breaks it, and an efficient (but expensive) rescue will be launched. Oh, that he wouldn't have to use it...