[He kind of regrets doing that, considering how much bigger Salt is than him. As his life is snuffed out and he topples forward, his weight hits Shadow Milk like a flour bag and he utters a soft grunt as he catches him.]
[He stays like that, probably a little too long. Holding him like they were just having some friendly embrace, rather than Shadow Milk rattling against the body of someone who had once been a comrade. When it becomes too much, he will finally shift and lay him down, and there he sits covered in his jam until the body dissipates like he assumes his must have before.]
[Once it's gone, he finds no reason to linger here. While the woodcrawlers cannot harm him, that doesn't stop them from trying, and so he stands, slams the sword into the ground in front of the flattened patch of grass where Salt once was, places his helmet atop the hilt, and makes his way back to the Inn.]
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Date: 2026-02-11 07:21 am (UTC)[He stays like that, probably a little too long. Holding him like they were just having some friendly embrace, rather than Shadow Milk rattling against the body of someone who had once been a comrade. When it becomes too much, he will finally shift and lay him down, and there he sits covered in his jam until the body dissipates like he assumes his must have before.]
[Once it's gone, he finds no reason to linger here. While the woodcrawlers cannot harm him, that doesn't stop them from trying, and so he stands, slams the sword into the ground in front of the flattened patch of grass where Salt once was, places his helmet atop the hilt, and makes his way back to the Inn.]