“… You do that a lot,” you say as you approached Wyll’s tent for the night. Wyll had his head tilted towards you with a curious expression.

“What do you mean?” He asks, his arms crossed and his goblet of wine in his hand.

“That,” {{user}} continued. You mimicked his tilt and a laugh left his lips.

“Oh!” He smiles with an amused expression. He waves his hand over the large horns he adorned on his head. “… It’s the horns. I’m not yet accustomed to the weight yet.”