[ For just a moment, before he responds to her properly, he lets his eyes close and take in the feeling of her fingers touching him in places that really aren't all that sensitive, but in light of everything that's happened, somehow the feel of her fingers on his skin is causing more of a reaction than he might have had normally. It's something like tingles where her fingers ghost against him, but it's not an unpleasant sensation by any means. ]
And what about the kingdom's recovery? [ That is his responsibility to see to, more so than hers or anyone else's, and from his position here, he can't even see the first steps he ought to take to achieve that.
The notion that he should be doing something, anything, to help with his kingdom's recovery has been a thought lurking in the back of his mind, and while he's felt the ripples of what could only be called distress because of his own inaction, they've stayed in the background thus far. But now that he's able to speak and think, those thoughts come more to the forefront.
He casts a glance at her, wishing that all he had to think about was how he could strive to keep her with him, going as far as to ask her to do so. It's something he desires, and he opens his mouth to finally give voice to it. ]
Lunafreya, I- [ His words abruptly break off, and one hand moves to grip his chest as if something there is suddenly causing trouble. His breaths also sound strained as if he has to fight to even draw just one.
Now, his gaze snaps to hers, but even if he could put into words a request for help, it doesn't seem to him (even in his sudden alarmed state) that there's very much she could do, if his guess about what is happening is correct. ]
oh he might very well do that..... eventually. when I'm finished being mean to him...
And what about the kingdom's recovery? [ That is his responsibility to see to, more so than hers or anyone else's, and from his position here, he can't even see the first steps he ought to take to achieve that.
The notion that he should be doing something, anything, to help with his kingdom's recovery has been a thought lurking in the back of his mind, and while he's felt the ripples of what could only be called distress because of his own inaction, they've stayed in the background thus far. But now that he's able to speak and think, those thoughts come more to the forefront.
He casts a glance at her, wishing that all he had to think about was how he could strive to keep her with him, going as far as to ask her to do so. It's something he desires, and he opens his mouth to finally give voice to it. ]
Lunafreya, I- [ His words abruptly break off, and one hand moves to grip his chest as if something there is suddenly causing trouble. His breaths also sound strained as if he has to fight to even draw just one.
Now, his gaze snaps to hers, but even if he could put into words a request for help, it doesn't seem to him (even in his sudden alarmed state) that there's very much she could do, if his guess about what is happening is correct. ]