[ On the other hand, he is not a natural healer, and he has no gifts of doing such a thing, not as she does. In truth, he feels as though he is more or less at a loss and completely helpless when it comes to healing her hurts and easing her fears. But still, he does not shy away from the task, hoping that what he says and does helps ease the hurt she carries. Whether or not he feels inadequate and ill-equipped for the job, he still must try. That is what partners do for each other.
At her question, he nods without hesitation. ]
Even if we were in a- in one of the coldest, draftiest rooms within Borel Manor. [ Despite his efforts and the efforts of the house staff, there is one such room that, while not neglected in any way, sees far less use than other rooms within the house. As for his hesitation and correction, he hopes that goes unnoticed as it was merely a slip of the tongue, or so he maintains.
When she curls up into him, a small smile takes his face, and with the hand that is not lightly fingering her ear, he drapes it over her, pulling her in just slightly to further offer her comfort and what warmth he can give.
But when her question comes, he pauses, an apprehensive yet worried look crossing his face instead. Why would she ask such a question? Unless... Unless it was something that he told her when he was not in control of himself, locked in an impossible fight against a much stronger force.
Regardless of when it was, there is only one answer that he can give. ]
I have never thought such a thing, Lantaa. There never was a time when such a thought crossed my mind, nor will there be, of that I am certain.
[ And after a moment's pause, he adds: ] I would ask who would have said such a thing to you, but I believe I know the answer. [ And he knows he does not like that answer at all. ]
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At her question, he nods without hesitation. ]
Even if we were in a- in one of the coldest, draftiest rooms within Borel Manor. [ Despite his efforts and the efforts of the house staff, there is one such room that, while not neglected in any way, sees far less use than other rooms within the house. As for his hesitation and correction, he hopes that goes unnoticed as it was merely a slip of the tongue, or so he maintains.
When she curls up into him, a small smile takes his face, and with the hand that is not lightly fingering her ear, he drapes it over her, pulling her in just slightly to further offer her comfort and what warmth he can give.
But when her question comes, he pauses, an apprehensive yet worried look crossing his face instead. Why would she ask such a question? Unless... Unless it was something that he told her when he was not in control of himself, locked in an impossible fight against a much stronger force.
Regardless of when it was, there is only one answer that he can give. ]
I have never thought such a thing, Lantaa. There never was a time when such a thought crossed my mind, nor will there be, of that I am certain.
[ And after a moment's pause, he adds: ] I would ask who would have said such a thing to you, but I believe I know the answer. [ And he knows he does not like that answer at all. ]