[ it's evening hour, just after rations have been passed along and the sun has set in the sky; it'll be time for the bedrolls to come out soon, time for the meal-time clamor to subside.
wherever Amos has settled himself, he'll find a tall figure sink to sit beside him; Abel doesn't intrude on the other man's personal space, gives him room to breathe, but... the priest lingers nearby, holding aloft a cup filled with water. ]
...Have you been drinking?
[ or eating, for that matter? ...it isn't hard to see the glaze in Amos's eyes, just as it isn't hard to see the worry having bloomed in Abel's. ]
transit.
wherever Amos has settled himself, he'll find a tall figure sink to sit beside him; Abel doesn't intrude on the other man's personal space, gives him room to breathe, but... the priest lingers nearby, holding aloft a cup filled with water. ]
...Have you been drinking?
[ or eating, for that matter? ...it isn't hard to see the glaze in Amos's eyes, just as it isn't hard to see the worry having bloomed in Abel's. ]