[A barely noticeable whine grates in his throat, sighing in deep before stepping back, looking down, eyes searching the ground. Then angrily, he opens the thermos and tilts it to his mouth, drinking quickly, and wincing from the temperature of it. Lysunder pulls it away from his mouth, caps it, and turns to start walking.]
[Yes, it is a problem...]
I'm sure there are others things that need to be done. Instead of linger around here, that is.
action;
[Yes, it is a problem...]
I'm sure there are others things that need to be done. Instead of linger around here, that is.