[In his frazzled brain, rubbed raw with worry and a deficit of sleep, he's convinced that Frey is ignoring him on purpose. So soon enough, he's grabbing his crutch and his supplies and shooting up to his feet.
Without a word, he flounces on over to the other side of the garden, where he'll settle in again. Every movement is terse with anger.]
no subject
Without a word, he flounces on over to the other side of the garden, where he'll settle in again. Every movement is terse with anger.]