[He really should be reprimanding her more for scaring the hell out of everyone around the campfire when she had her little freakout, but he's so hungry and exhausted from the travel he really can't be bothered right now.
He takes a sip of his soup, staring right back into the abyss--or rather, the sword's creepy eye.]
Wonder if a sword would even feel something like hot or cold.
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He takes a sip of his soup, staring right back into the abyss--or rather, the sword's creepy eye.]
Wonder if a sword would even feel something like hot or cold.
[It's literally an object, after all...]