[ Her shoulders stiffen as he holds her out of the necessity to attempt and keep herself together. There are plenty of on lookers, and they need not see one of the Warriors of Light fall to pieces on the eve of battle. Yet, her hands curl into the fabric on his back more, and a small sound makes its way from her lips, low enough for only him to hear. The relief that he is here, alive and well, seems overwhelming and she is not sure how to calm that feeling. If only she was half as skilled as he at keeping her emotions in check.
Finally, her head tilts back enough so that he might see her mint eyes looking up at him. Her ears have tucked against her head as it is quite obvious she struggles to contain her emotions. The golden headpiece shifts with how he brushes down her now slightly longer black hair. Her customary braid is still present on the side, with a off-white bow hanging in her hair decorate it. She attempts to say his name--or anything--but only manages another small sound before pressing herself against him further.
The errant thought crosses her mind that perhaps she missed him more than he missed her. He no doubt had his days busy back in Ishgard with their newly formed government sliding everything into place. There may have been no time to think or worry of her, save for the letters to grace his presence. The postmoogles had assured her that both letters reached him in due course and safely...
Her ears press further against her head as her eyes drop. An unspoken apology is written in her eyes for her display. The insecurity that perhaps she may feel things deeper than he once again becomes obvious on her face. He surely was busy gathering information on the engagement at hand, who had arrived, and what places to meet at. Yet, here she was, interrupting his time as the representative of Ishgard. Not only that, but, quite publicly displaying that they are not simply allies...
The squared shoulders drop as her head tilts down to stare at where their clothes touched. ]
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Finally, her head tilts back enough so that he might see her mint eyes looking up at him. Her ears have tucked against her head as it is quite obvious she struggles to contain her emotions. The golden headpiece shifts with how he brushes down her now slightly longer black hair. Her customary braid is still present on the side, with a off-white bow hanging in her hair decorate it. She attempts to say his name--or anything--but only manages another small sound before pressing herself against him further.
The errant thought crosses her mind that perhaps she missed him more than he missed her. He no doubt had his days busy back in Ishgard with their newly formed government sliding everything into place. There may have been no time to think or worry of her, save for the letters to grace his presence. The postmoogles had assured her that both letters reached him in due course and safely...
Her ears press further against her head as her eyes drop. An unspoken apology is written in her eyes for her display. The insecurity that perhaps she may feel things deeper than he once again becomes obvious on her face. He surely was busy gathering information on the engagement at hand, who had arrived, and what places to meet at. Yet, here she was, interrupting his time as the representative of Ishgard. Not only that, but, quite publicly displaying that they are not simply allies...
The squared shoulders drop as her head tilts down to stare at where their clothes touched. ]