There isn't any real benefit to taking a seat while levitating, but Siebren settles himself in the general vicinity of a chair nevertheless. He pulls up his knees, one leg crossed over the other to give the impression of sitting casually, and promptly kicks off the shoes the island had involuntarily supplied him.
The bread is taunting him. Siebren can smell it, fresh and warm and entirely within his reach. How long has it been since he's eaten freshly-baked bread?
...well, no more than two months or so. Possibly less, depending on where he's been in the time since the masked woman last saw him, but it feels longer in a way he can't articulate.
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There isn't any real benefit to taking a seat while levitating, but Siebren settles himself in the general vicinity of a chair nevertheless. He pulls up his knees, one leg crossed over the other to give the impression of sitting casually, and promptly kicks off the shoes the island had involuntarily supplied him.
The bread is taunting him. Siebren can smell it, fresh and warm and entirely within his reach. How long has it been since he's eaten freshly-baked bread?
...well, no more than two months or so. Possibly less, depending on where he's been in the time since the masked woman last saw him, but it feels longer in a way he can't articulate.
"The chimes are very good."