[She takes the time that he is in the room to stuff the pendant into the pocket of her pants, making sure that it is secure before she readjusts herself to how she had been before. She is a little confused about what he means to do, and is even more so when he returns with a towel in his hands...
...
... and holds it out to her, round, surprised eyes meeting his for just a moment before they go to her hands.
As she lifts it to her face to wipe away that blood, she asks herself again—why? Why is he doing this? If this is a dream, why is her subconscious making him do this? And why... in some strange way, in the deepest parts of her, is she actually fond of it?
It draws her back to the days she's tried to forget. Those first nights she spent in Stonehyrr with him when he would make the same offers, the same gestures of comfort to a girl who was alone and so very scared. He had the same look on his face then, too.
A look of pity.
A look she would not have him fix her with.]
Where do you mean to take me now?
[Asking like this really is a dream—that this Cidolfus is just a guide that will lead her to their next place.]
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... and holds it out to her, round, surprised eyes meeting his for just a moment before they go to her hands.
As she lifts it to her face to wipe away that blood, she asks herself again—why? Why is he doing this? If this is a dream, why is her subconscious making him do this? And why... in some strange way, in the deepest parts of her, is she actually fond of it?
It draws her back to the days she's tried to forget. Those first nights she spent in Stonehyrr with him when he would make the same offers, the same gestures of comfort to a girl who was alone and so very scared. He had the same look on his face then, too.
A look of pity.
A look she would not have him fix her with.]
Where do you mean to take me now?
[Asking like this really is a dream—that this Cidolfus is just a guide that will lead her to their next place.]