[His mourning and longing both must have painted Hythlodaeus in the most rosey tint there is, because he seems to have forgotten how irritating the man can be. Well, he didn't truly forget, but remembering, and being faced with it were two different beasts altogether.
The question, however, gives him pause. Right, Hythlodaeus should be close to twenty fulms in height, and he...decidedly is not. For a moment, he glances around his apartment, imagining a full-height Hythlodaeus trying to fit inside...before his gaze goes back to his friend.]
I am six fulms, four ilms. [He answers a little flatly.] As such, I fit in doorways fairly easily. What of you?
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The question, however, gives him pause. Right, Hythlodaeus should be close to twenty fulms in height, and he...decidedly is not. For a moment, he glances around his apartment, imagining a full-height Hythlodaeus trying to fit inside...before his gaze goes back to his friend.]
I am six fulms, four ilms. [He answers a little flatly.] As such, I fit in doorways fairly easily. What of you?