She wants to fight him on that, too, but doesn't. At least one of them will be grateful their mage is ready and waiting after this conversation, she's certain of it.
Thank you. I'll see you then.
Her feet take her down the beach and to the tidepools in the hour before dawn that morning. Sleep had eluded her, as expected, but that didn't stop her or slow her down. This is where she needs to be and what she needs to be doing. There's no reason to hesitate or resist that truth.
While she's wearing her usual linens and leathers, closer inspection will find she's without any weapons on her person. No knives on her hips or thigh, nothing tucked in her boots. Her hair is braided low, and she's left every piece of jewelry at Shadows' Rest. It's a distinction she makes and gives to those she loves as a sign of respect: when she's with them, she wears only what they've given her. Chris has given her nothing, and so she wears nothing. She is his alone today, and this helps her feel it.
She offers him a soft, rueful smile when he approaches. Instinct and need war with her desire to take care of him, but she offers him a hand to take once he's closer.
"Thank you for coming to me here. Are you all right to do this? My exhaustion notwithstanding, I promise you I'm ready." As ready as anyone could ever be for a conversation as heavy, strange, and heart wrenching as this.
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Thank you. I'll see you then.
Her feet take her down the beach and to the tidepools in the hour before dawn that morning. Sleep had eluded her, as expected, but that didn't stop her or slow her down. This is where she needs to be and what she needs to be doing. There's no reason to hesitate or resist that truth.
While she's wearing her usual linens and leathers, closer inspection will find she's without any weapons on her person. No knives on her hips or thigh, nothing tucked in her boots. Her hair is braided low, and she's left every piece of jewelry at Shadows' Rest. It's a distinction she makes and gives to those she loves as a sign of respect: when she's with them, she wears only what they've given her. Chris has given her nothing, and so she wears nothing. She is his alone today, and this helps her feel it.
She offers him a soft, rueful smile when he approaches. Instinct and need war with her desire to take care of him, but she offers him a hand to take once he's closer.
"Thank you for coming to me here. Are you all right to do this? My exhaustion notwithstanding, I promise you I'm ready." As ready as anyone could ever be for a conversation as heavy, strange, and heart wrenching as this.