[Salieri watches Discord for a moment, a slight frown appearing as he steps over to him, closing that distance, and looks down at the bench he's looking at.
It's Mumble's, of course, and he feels something twist a bit in his stomach. With most of the others, he'd be tempted to reach out right away, to ask what's wrong--but Discord would recoil from that far too quickly.
So instead he sighs a little over-dramatically, and tucks his book under his arm.]
I suppose I have had enough of calm serenity out here. Let's go inside and get some tea.
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It's Mumble's, of course, and he feels something twist a bit in his stomach. With most of the others, he'd be tempted to reach out right away, to ask what's wrong--but Discord would recoil from that far too quickly.
So instead he sighs a little over-dramatically, and tucks his book under his arm.]
I suppose I have had enough of calm serenity out here. Let's go inside and get some tea.