[Of course it’s not true. They say he doesn’t bleed, the ones who think him cold, like he’s carved from a block of ice; and while the idea is amusing, and even advantageous depending upon the circumstances, he’s not inhuman.

His pride might not allow that spoken aloud, but any person with a snippet of logical sense will be able to tell when reputation’s the one shaping a version of the truth. And yet... this sure has sparked Jeritza’s interest, in a way that makes him feel as though he’s treading a boundary. Between the man he’s spoken to before and some other facet of him.

Blessedly or otherwise, the hut draws closer. Will it save him from wherever this conversation is going? Does he need saving at all? He wonders. He isn’t put on edge so much as he’s skeptical, now.]

Wanting to test the theory out yourself? I wouldn’t say no. You’d put on quite the show inside that little hut if you did.