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Matasoga continued to allow his thoughts to be expressed on his face, before her.
"Yes... Today. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe for one year and a month. Maybe two years and a month. But beyond that, what can I expect?" he asked, but it was fairly evident to all who knew the situation of late that he wasn't talking to her, nor was he even looking at her.
"Is there a relationship, in my decades, that I have crafted that isn't temporary?" he asked, his fists tightening. "Maybe the names and faces of the rank and file minions won't be so important to me, anymore once I become a lich and stop feeling all of this."
By now his voice had quieted and he was most clearly speaking only to himself.

Matasoga just looked at her, for a few long seconds, his eyes half-lidded and rather lifeless in appearance. At the end of that time, he touched his face, his greasepaint disappearing with the spell he silently put into effect as he took his mask off. He then dropped his head listlessly onto her, rather evenly between her shoulder and the nape of her neck and left it there.

When he heard her sing he felt a very odd compulsion, thinking to play the syrinx to accompany her, which somewhat shocked him. He hadn't so much as touched those pipes to his lips since Torzeh left. He forced these thoughts from his troubled mind, using all of his discipline to silence these thoughts and allow himself to be soothed by her song.
He placed his hand in the one that tugged, allowing himself to be led to bed, wholly aware of how unlike him all of this was. Distantly and dimly he marveled at the effect she had on him, particularly when he was tired.
Attempting to reclaim some control of the situation (or at least the appearance of it) he said "I think that it is indeed time for a bit of rest. Shall I walk you to your cocoon?"
His posture and pace adjusted, so it would appear that perhaps he was doing the walking, rather than the accompanying. He was just as tired as she thought he was, but that was no reason to appear to be so in front of all of those in the Guildhall.

Nana was roasting in the guild hall tonight, and her room as well. It just seemed too warm for her. So outside she was bound, looking up at the night sky to see all the stars shining. With a happy sigh, she sat on a bench near some of the night-blooming flowers, and stretched herself out. The occasional breeze shifted her hair, and she tucked it behind her ear to try and control it.

Nana smiled when she heard his voice, sitting up so that she could look around. She stood and moved towards him and the large creature, but kept her distance. "Good evening," she called softly, not wanting to startle either of them.

One corner of her mouth tilted up a little higher into a grin. "It looks to me like you're attempting to give him a bath. I could be wrong, though." Nana let her wings lift her, so that she was able to see Matasoga face to face, without straining to look up. With her torso straight and her legs pointing down, she giggled. "Do you need any help?"

She shrugged and set herself back on the ground lightly, letting her wings tuck comfortably against her. "Oh, how was I to know? I've never bathed one." Nana moved around to the creature's face and looked at it. "Well hello there, big thing. Are you friendly, I wonder?" She reached out a hand to touch it, watching for it's reaction. "Why do his horns need tending to? Has he been fighting?"