[ There had been no original intention of speaking further or over burdening him with anything beyond his own recovery. He should not worry further than what he can see and sense. Additional stress could only cause him to recover slower. That option is far from the best in her mind for not only him but his kingdom as well. She is content to let silence fill the room until he attempts to speak.
Lunafreya pauses at the half-word that escapes him. She can surmise what he had wished to say. She would not say they had an intimate understanding of one another, but certainly a deep one. Many in his court had often whispered if perhaps they were in a secret relationship. It was a thought she had entertained privately to herself, but, had settled on the notion of simply being a close confident. While a princess from another kingdom, she was foremost the Oracle, and there would be little reason that would be appealing to a king beyond council. He had the concerns of his kingdom - the politics and power that would come from the concept of a relationship or marriage - to put first. She dare not upset any potentials for the kingdom that she, in all honesty, was merely a guest in.
A guest that may have stayed longer than any would have liked.
She wonders if he recognizes her in his haze and a part of her hopes he does not. No soul should see her with her barriers of the mantle of Oracle down. It is a carefully crafted mask and half-performance she gives, and a delicate balance of pieces of her as well as her mantle. This small selfish act of embracing him has been daring enough. It might be better if he does not retain the memory of her brief lapse of judgement.
Lunafreya pushes herself to sit again with the intention of still remaining at his side. Her own exhaustion and feeling of her magic reservoir being low is pushed to the side at the relief he is awake. Although... she does let her fingers remain in his weak grasp.
If it helps him then she will do whatever is asked of her. ]
The war is won, heka. [ Though, the finer details will remain. ] Your Priests are attending to the kingdom as you recover. Please, leave it in their hands.
or are we the conductors, h mmmmm
Lunafreya pauses at the half-word that escapes him. She can surmise what he had wished to say. She would not say they had an intimate understanding of one another, but certainly a deep one. Many in his court had often whispered if perhaps they were in a secret relationship. It was a thought she had entertained privately to herself, but, had settled on the notion of simply being a close confident. While a princess from another kingdom, she was foremost the Oracle, and there would be little reason that would be appealing to a king beyond council. He had the concerns of his kingdom - the politics and power that would come from the concept of a relationship or marriage - to put first. She dare not upset any potentials for the kingdom that she, in all honesty, was merely a guest in.
A guest that may have stayed longer than any would have liked.
She wonders if he recognizes her in his haze and a part of her hopes he does not. No soul should see her with her barriers of the mantle of Oracle down. It is a carefully crafted mask and half-performance she gives, and a delicate balance of pieces of her as well as her mantle. This small selfish act of embracing him has been daring enough. It might be better if he does not retain the memory of her brief lapse of judgement.
Lunafreya pushes herself to sit again with the intention of still remaining at his side. Her own exhaustion and feeling of her magic reservoir being low is pushed to the side at the relief he is awake. Although... she does let her fingers remain in his weak grasp.
If it helps him then she will do whatever is asked of her. ]
The war is won, heka. [ Though, the finer details will remain. ] Your Priests are attending to the kingdom as you recover. Please, leave it in their hands.