[ That is the effect she seems to have on him. She takes his certainty and his calm brand of confidence and turns all of it on its head, leaving him unsettled in the best way and grasping for the right words to use. It's what happens when falling in love, not that he has yet come to the conclusion that that is what is happening here.
Everything from her head on his shoulder to the light scent that seems to fill the room whenever she is near has set his head spinning, but he does his best to keep his footing. Perhaps this is one of the biggest challenges he has ever had to face: how to navigate this encounter with grace so that he does not make himself look like a fool in front of her. Still, he would make himself look like a fool a thousand times over if it meant that she'd stay with him like this. Perhaps that logic doesn't quite make sense, but he isn't thinking about logic at the present moment.
As they enter the room, he watches her carefully, not wanting to miss a second of her reactions as she takes in the place. It isn't anything all that special, just another room inside a house full of them, but it is his other private sanctuary, the first being his study. It might not be filled with personal touches because that isn't the sort of man that he is, and yet it still contains all the hallmarks of the Borel family and the history and traditions that goes along with that.
While she is readying herself for sleep, he is doing the same, shedding the few trappings of Lord Commander that he left on following his own earlier preparations. Of course he has not seen her looking so informally dressed, nor wearing her hair that way, but he finds that he approves of it all the same. She too has not seen him dressed this way, without all of the regalia of his position and the armor besides. In fact, he thinks, he must look rather ordinary, as he is wearing plainer clothes meant for sleeping in.
When she compliments the room, he merely nods. ] Yes, it is. It has served me well over the years.
[ His attention is focused on her, however, and unless he has missed his guess, he believes he is seeing a somewhat troubled expression on her face. Of course, she is present with him to offer him comfort, by her own words, but he still can't help but want to reach out to her, to see if there is anything weighing on her that he might help with. He would push down his own troubled thoughts for her benefit, and without hesitation too.
Standing on his side of the bed, he does not slide in just yet, glancing over at her. He reaches for her hand so that he might give it a squeeze. ]
Is everything all right? [ He wonders if he ought to summon the head maid, if he has missed meeting a need of hers, whatever it might be. Perhaps he ought to have been more attentive and less caught up in trying to plot a course of action. ]
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Everything from her head on his shoulder to the light scent that seems to fill the room whenever she is near has set his head spinning, but he does his best to keep his footing. Perhaps this is one of the biggest challenges he has ever had to face: how to navigate this encounter with grace so that he does not make himself look like a fool in front of her. Still, he would make himself look like a fool a thousand times over if it meant that she'd stay with him like this. Perhaps that logic doesn't quite make sense, but he isn't thinking about logic at the present moment.
As they enter the room, he watches her carefully, not wanting to miss a second of her reactions as she takes in the place. It isn't anything all that special, just another room inside a house full of them, but it is his other private sanctuary, the first being his study. It might not be filled with personal touches because that isn't the sort of man that he is, and yet it still contains all the hallmarks of the Borel family and the history and traditions that goes along with that.
While she is readying herself for sleep, he is doing the same, shedding the few trappings of Lord Commander that he left on following his own earlier preparations. Of course he has not seen her looking so informally dressed, nor wearing her hair that way, but he finds that he approves of it all the same. She too has not seen him dressed this way, without all of the regalia of his position and the armor besides. In fact, he thinks, he must look rather ordinary, as he is wearing plainer clothes meant for sleeping in.
When she compliments the room, he merely nods. ] Yes, it is. It has served me well over the years.
[ His attention is focused on her, however, and unless he has missed his guess, he believes he is seeing a somewhat troubled expression on her face. Of course, she is present with him to offer him comfort, by her own words, but he still can't help but want to reach out to her, to see if there is anything weighing on her that he might help with. He would push down his own troubled thoughts for her benefit, and without hesitation too.
Standing on his side of the bed, he does not slide in just yet, glancing over at her. He reaches for her hand so that he might give it a squeeze. ]
Is everything all right? [ He wonders if he ought to summon the head maid, if he has missed meeting a need of hers, whatever it might be. Perhaps he ought to have been more attentive and less caught up in trying to plot a course of action. ]