[ She stands there, waiting for his response in anyway he might give it. Frustration, anger, a sigh at the circumstances at all. It feels as if an eternity has gone by as she twists her fingers together underneath the coat. Then, she hears his footsteps turn away. A sense of dread fills her and her ears twitch slightly. Her gaze raises in time to see him simply collapse into the chair that is closest to her.
The coat is instantly discarded as she rushes to the side of the chair. Doubts nag at her then--should she have shown him at all, or should she have insisted it was all fine? Has she been of help at all? Perhaps she should leave? Of course, she does not follow through in any of these ideas. Instead, her arms raise to embrace him around his shoulders and aptly miss the rather pointed parts of his armor. She rest her head against his, dark hair merging into his except where the ends are pink. Her shoulders begin to shake in fear of hurting him when that was never her intention. ]
I am sorry, I never meant to...
[ She shakes her head at herself and presses her nose to his hair. Alkaid does not move from where she is. All she can hope is that her presence helps somehow.
The steward himself picks up the discarded coat and quietly watches the scene. A gentle sigh to himself and his eyes close before he turns and disappears down the hallway. He gently calls for the head maid as well. It would seem Lord Borel is unable to make a decisive decision in that moment, and thus he will direct things to their needs instead of their wants. ]
they both might need it by the end of this
The coat is instantly discarded as she rushes to the side of the chair. Doubts nag at her then--should she have shown him at all, or should she have insisted it was all fine? Has she been of help at all? Perhaps she should leave? Of course, she does not follow through in any of these ideas. Instead, her arms raise to embrace him around his shoulders and aptly miss the rather pointed parts of his armor. She rest her head against his, dark hair merging into his except where the ends are pink. Her shoulders begin to shake in fear of hurting him when that was never her intention. ]
I am sorry, I never meant to...
[ She shakes her head at herself and presses her nose to his hair. Alkaid does not move from where she is. All she can hope is that her presence helps somehow.
The steward himself picks up the discarded coat and quietly watches the scene. A gentle sigh to himself and his eyes close before he turns and disappears down the hallway. He gently calls for the head maid as well. It would seem Lord Borel is unable to make a decisive decision in that moment, and thus he will direct things to their needs instead of their wants. ]