[ Linhardt's only reaction to the snatching of the candy is a look of very, very slight jealousy. Not of the candy, but of Xue Yang's robes. He misses his coat. It had so many pockets (including a few that were sewn shut in the lining and could only be accessed by warp magic). It was so cozy. The robes look likewise. The other man could stash so many objects in them. What delightful garments.]

Are those your garments or did you find them here?

[ If there were robes here, Linhardt would like to acquire some.

The mage makes a face at the man's statement that the only people who put up with him are people who want to use him for something. Ugh. The worst type of social interaction (self-awareness is not one of Linhardt's virtues).]

Those are the people who should be avoided. They'll suck you dry if you allow it: "Fix this. Heal me. Do this paperwork. I made an error: You need to correct it."

[ While Linhardt has never been shy about his complaints, he's realized that in this case, he doesn't even need the fig leaf of hiding behind his own laziness. He is lazy, but Linhardt has also found that emphasizing his own less than admirable qualities results in less scolding than telling other people how annoying they're being.

Nor does he see any need to hide his interest in what Xue Yang's just said. The bridges are open? The healer accepts the book, tucking it under his arm.]

Are they? Did she initiate going back or was she sent back?