[She would have preferred it if he had turned around and left right then and there. Maybe then, he wouldn't see her unravelling, the already frayed ends of her restraint tangling amongst themselves in a mess of emotions. But no, instead he rushes to her, grabs her, gets close to her, and her shaking hands push at his shoulders in an effort to get him back. To get him away lest he see the panic swimming in her eyes.
No longer because of Barnabas or the thousand different thoughts that have been pricking at the back of her mind since she reunited with him in the tavern. No longer because of the what ifs that she has run through in the days leading up to now... But because Cidolfus has somehow found a way through.]
Nothing—!
[While she remains stiff and guarded, the tension in her body coiling so tight that it hurts, the answer that she gives isn't because she's feeling defensive. It's the truth.]
He's done nothing...!
[Not yet. But she can't take that risk. He already knows that she'd lost Garuda, and that alone was enough to make her panic on the inside, but she cannot gamble him finding out that she is now dead, too. And that it has weakened her here—enough that she cannot call upon her magic the way that she used to.
And that it has broken her more than she cares to admit, or let show... Yes, he reassures her that he still needs her, that he still wants her at his side, and it is enough for her, but...]
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No longer because of Barnabas or the thousand different thoughts that have been pricking at the back of her mind since she reunited with him in the tavern. No longer because of the what ifs that she has run through in the days leading up to now... But because Cidolfus has somehow found a way through.]
Nothing—!
[While she remains stiff and guarded, the tension in her body coiling so tight that it hurts, the answer that she gives isn't because she's feeling defensive. It's the truth.]
He's done nothing...!
[Not yet. But she can't take that risk. He already knows that she'd lost Garuda, and that alone was enough to make her panic on the inside, but she cannot gamble him finding out that she is now dead, too. And that it has weakened her here—enough that she cannot call upon her magic the way that she used to.
And that it has broken her more than she cares to admit, or let show... Yes, he reassures her that he still needs her, that he still wants her at his side, and it is enough for her, but...]