Dain's coat joins Tuo's on a hook next to the small entrance to his wagon; he's momentarily transfixed by the sight of their clothes like that, side by side in a Saaristomeren home, exactly as their parents had expected them to be a lifetime ago. What would that life have looked like? How long would they have been married? Who would their wife had been? They could never have had children of their own, but perhaps, somehow--
"... I'll tell you more about why, if you tell me what made you leave Griston so suddenly."
"I was forced," he replies quietly, his fingers dropping from the sleeve of Dain's coat to rest at his side. He turns to look back at his friend, his expression drawn and without his usual wry artifice. "By the priests and laysisters. I was forced to leave." At that, he moves quietly back to his seat and folds himself into it, then reaches in silence to pour a bit of milk into his mug, and then into Dain's.
That there is no lengthy story to accompany such a revelation is telling; the truth is difficult to extract from Tuo, but when he delivers it, he doesn't soften the blow.
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"... I'll tell you more about why, if you tell me what made you leave Griston so suddenly."
"I was forced," he replies quietly, his fingers dropping from the sleeve of Dain's coat to rest at his side. He turns to look back at his friend, his expression drawn and without his usual wry artifice. "By the priests and laysisters. I was forced to leave." At that, he moves quietly back to his seat and folds himself into it, then reaches in silence to pour a bit of milk into his mug, and then into Dain's.
That there is no lengthy story to accompany such a revelation is telling; the truth is difficult to extract from Tuo, but when he delivers it, he doesn't soften the blow.