[ She hardly expects an answer to anything she might say. He can barely move, let alone speak. The smile that graces his face is enough to have her return the notion. Her heart swells, even if her own feelings may run deeper than his.
Lunafreya glances down at the hand he moves to push himself closer. Why? The pain he is in should not be worth the notion of being close to her. The desire and need to lead - bearing the mantle he has such a young age - is far more reasonable in her mind. No, it cannot be that he wishes to be close to her out of some grand gesture of affection. He must merely be seeking comfort from anyone willing to bestow it on him. There would be no reason for anything more coming from her... the Oracle and the Princess of Tenebrae.
Regardless of her own self doubts? If his needs are in her power to grant then she will do so. It pertains to her duty, yes, but she has found just how deeply she cares for him. The idea that he may not return from his battle with Zorc, and then the fear he may not live through his injuries was enough for her to realize how much she had denied her feelings.
She places a kiss to his forehead before easing herself down onto the bed beside him. The hand in his hair leaves to reach over and still the one he is using to push himself. Then, a shake of her head. She will come to him if being close is truly what he desires and needs in the moment. Her hand trails from his then to rest on the wound on his chest with the briefest of hesitation. It wraps in a warm glow, seeking not to heal, but to give comfort and ease his pain.
Lunafreya gently leans forward enough to press her forehead to his. All he ever need do is ask in anyway and she will find a way to make it reality. ]
You must be able to at least sit with some ease before you can attend to your court and countrymen. I can only do so much for your injuries. [ The sadness in her tone states she wishes she could heal him entirely. Even if then he'd have no more need of her outside of counsel.
Her head tilts just enough to kiss his cheek. She shakes at the small gesture, a mixture of nerves, excitement, and fear that he might push her away. ] If you must lead,I will find your Priests so you might speak with them here.
But, for this moment--[ She forces herself to raise her eyes to meet his violet ones. ]--lie here, with me.
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Lunafreya glances down at the hand he moves to push himself closer. Why? The pain he is in should not be worth the notion of being close to her. The desire and need to lead - bearing the mantle he has such a young age - is far more reasonable in her mind. No, it cannot be that he wishes to be close to her out of some grand gesture of affection. He must merely be seeking comfort from anyone willing to bestow it on him. There would be no reason for anything more coming from her... the Oracle and the Princess of Tenebrae.
Regardless of her own self doubts? If his needs are in her power to grant then she will do so. It pertains to her duty, yes, but she has found just how deeply she cares for him. The idea that he may not return from his battle with Zorc, and then the fear he may not live through his injuries was enough for her to realize how much she had denied her feelings.
She places a kiss to his forehead before easing herself down onto the bed beside him. The hand in his hair leaves to reach over and still the one he is using to push himself. Then, a shake of her head. She will come to him if being close is truly what he desires and needs in the moment. Her hand trails from his then to rest on the wound on his chest with the briefest of hesitation. It wraps in a warm glow, seeking not to heal, but to give comfort and ease his pain.
Lunafreya gently leans forward enough to press her forehead to his. All he ever need do is ask in anyway and she will find a way to make it reality. ]
You must be able to at least sit with some ease before you can attend to your court and countrymen. I can only do so much for your injuries. [ The sadness in her tone states she wishes she could heal him entirely. Even if then he'd have no more need of her outside of counsel.
Her head tilts just enough to kiss his cheek. She shakes at the small gesture, a mixture of nerves, excitement, and fear that he might push her away. ] If you must lead,I will find your Priests so you might speak with them here.
But, for this moment--[ She forces herself to raise her eyes to meet his violet ones. ]--lie here, with me.