[She hears that echo of her sentiments, and damn it all, it only makes it harder for her to pull away when she sees that heaviness still lingering in his smile, not quite the arrogant, teasing one that she's grown used to in the last several months. Hints of it, but not enough for it to feel as it normally does.
Maybe that's why she feels so strange about this. Why her own heart aches when she sees that his is, too. She doesn't realize how much she relies on him being himself to save her from tumbling too far into places she doesn't want to be until he's been dragged down there, too. He probably doesn't realize it either, she thinks.
She doesn't like this look on him. It reminds her of their final days together in Waloed...
Which is why, even after she pulls away from him, she lingers, her own clinginess coming through.
She does quirk a grin though, at one corner of her lips.]
Sometimes I wonder if you remember who you're talking to.
[She could outfly him anyday.
But with one more lasting look, she leaves him behind, walking out of the bedroom and leaving him with that half of the cigar.
True to her word, she won't keep him waiting for long. Just as he asked of her. Within the same hour, the door of his workshop will fly open and in a flurry of feathers, Benedikta lands with a breeze that throws a few loose papers from his desk.]
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Maybe that's why she feels so strange about this. Why her own heart aches when she sees that his is, too. She doesn't realize how much she relies on him being himself to save her from tumbling too far into places she doesn't want to be until he's been dragged down there, too. He probably doesn't realize it either, she thinks.
She doesn't like this look on him. It reminds her of their final days together in Waloed...
Which is why, even after she pulls away from him, she lingers, her own clinginess coming through.
She does quirk a grin though, at one corner of her lips.]
Sometimes I wonder if you remember who you're talking to.
[She could outfly him anyday.
But with one more lasting look, she leaves him behind, walking out of the bedroom and leaving him with that half of the cigar.
True to her word, she won't keep him waiting for long. Just as he asked of her. Within the same hour, the door of his workshop will fly open and in a flurry of feathers, Benedikta lands with a breeze that throws a few loose papers from his desk.]