[ He slides an arm around her, intending to pull her closer, because all he really wants in this moment is to have her be as close to him as is comfortable for her. He wishes to hold her, to touch her, to have the light but pleasant scent he associates with her sweeping over his senses. A small smile takes his face as he sees her ears twitch and her tail finally settle down into stillness. Perhaps she can finally rest and be at peace, and if not, then perhaps she is on her way to reaching that state of being.
When she rolls away from him, moving so that she is lying at his side, he simply watches, but before he knows it, her hands have slid from around his neck to take hold of his shirt, which she begins tugging on. Of course he does as requested, moving to lie with her as she wishes. Once they are still again, his arms slide around her once more, as if he intends to never let go. ]
I would ask if you are certain, because I believe any answer I might give you would be long and winding, and far from purposeful or direct. [ In short, it would be the exact opposite of his usual speeches.
His smile fades slightly when he sees her look away, and the worry and fears that he has for her rise once more. He is only a man, not even a healer, and although he knows he will try again and again to help shoulder her burdens or even remove them completely by offering his support, such as it is, he wonders if her hurts run too deep to ever heal. ]
Your sister may face battles and danger head on, but you have a difficult job as well, Lantaa. To heal those who need it is no small matter, but what of those that...
[ His voice trails off, because perhaps it would be unkind to finish that sentence. He is certain she does not need to be reminded that not all can be healed or saved. ]
I believe that you are every bit an example as your sister. You both are Warriors of Light, and you fight in your own ways. We could not have one without the other, nor would anyone ever wish to.
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When she rolls away from him, moving so that she is lying at his side, he simply watches, but before he knows it, her hands have slid from around his neck to take hold of his shirt, which she begins tugging on. Of course he does as requested, moving to lie with her as she wishes. Once they are still again, his arms slide around her once more, as if he intends to never let go. ]
I would ask if you are certain, because I believe any answer I might give you would be long and winding, and far from purposeful or direct. [ In short, it would be the exact opposite of his usual speeches.
His smile fades slightly when he sees her look away, and the worry and fears that he has for her rise once more. He is only a man, not even a healer, and although he knows he will try again and again to help shoulder her burdens or even remove them completely by offering his support, such as it is, he wonders if her hurts run too deep to ever heal. ]
Your sister may face battles and danger head on, but you have a difficult job as well, Lantaa. To heal those who need it is no small matter, but what of those that...
[ His voice trails off, because perhaps it would be unkind to finish that sentence. He is certain she does not need to be reminded that not all can be healed or saved. ]
I believe that you are every bit an example as your sister. You both are Warriors of Light, and you fight in your own ways. We could not have one without the other, nor would anyone ever wish to.