[Part of something that's been in my WIPs for years]
“I missed this,” Mat said, his voice soft.
Talmanes raised an eyebrow. Mat laughed.
“All of /this/. People not being so bloody formal. You Cairhienin are like Ebou Dari compared to them. And I missed the Band, and the Redarms...”
Mat trailed off. Took another drink and held out the bottle. When Talmanes reached out for it, Mat’s hand lingered, his fingers brushing lightly along Talmanes before letting go.