[ He doesn't know what the trill is for, of course. But he isn't going to give up here. Not when he feels like he is close to something. ]
Benedikta... Please.
[ And G'raha can feel it. The man whose gaze is nigh soulless. G'raha doesn't like the feel of him. Yet Benedikta looks so -
There's another swipe of a claw. Regardless of what the intention is, All he does is close his eyes. He isn't afraid of her lashing out. G'raha's body will heal. Benedikta's heart would not if he betrayed his words. ]
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Benedikta... Please.
[ And G'raha can feel it. The man whose gaze is nigh soulless. G'raha doesn't like the feel of him. Yet Benedikta looks so -
There's another swipe of a claw. Regardless of what the intention is, All he does is close his eyes. He isn't afraid of her lashing out. G'raha's body will heal. Benedikta's heart would not if he betrayed his words. ]