[Rincewind realizes - late, far too late - that he's upset her somehow. He frowns his startled confusion, opens his mouth to ask something or other, but by then she's already prowling away from him. The wizard's mouth closes again, watching her proud, taut back until it's out of sight.
Damn. Rincewind glares down at his feet, disliking the strange sense of guilt curling his stomach. He never claimed to be a bloody expert. And change? Change what, exactly? Human nature? Change the way people are, the way he's always found them to be?
So he's disappointed her with his cowardice. ...Well, fine. He's used to that.]
Don't look at me like that. [muttered sideways to the Luggage and its wooden judgement.] Better she know who I am now.
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Damn. Rincewind glares down at his feet, disliking the strange sense of guilt curling his stomach. He never claimed to be a bloody expert. And change? Change what, exactly? Human nature? Change the way people are, the way he's always found them to be?
So he's disappointed her with his cowardice. ...Well, fine. He's used to that.]
Don't look at me like that. [muttered sideways to the Luggage and its wooden judgement.] Better she know who I am now.
[predictable silence answers him.
Rincewind tugs his hat down over his eyes.]