[ Part of her wishes to do nothing more than to collapse against him and cry. Yet, she cannot see the good it would do either of them. Not when he needs a pillar to keep him strong and steady. He has been that for her so many times--even if he was not present--that she feels she cannot be anything other than that. The idea is only further cemented in her mind as his hands raise to rest on her hips.
She nudges the side of his head at his kiss. It sends a familiar shiver up her spine. One that demands she return the notion by kissing him. The demand is countered by the fear that if she would, then he might be swept away by the primal that weeds itself further into his mind. Instead, she tilts her head to kiss where his ear meets the side of his head. Intimate enough, but only enough.
Her eyes open to properly take in the damage done to his body -- both old and new. She has felt the scars on his back before, but seeing them from her angle above causes her heart to sink. The best she can do for him is heal the new ones and hope to give comfort to those that still cause him pain. Although, she can hardly manage to do the first one, let alone the second.
With his grip tightening on her hips, she finally pulls back enough to look down at him. Her hands move to cradle his head as her braid with attached bow slips once more over her shoulder. Tears gather in her eyes at his declaration as she feels a surge of hope encompass her. Plenty of doubts attempt to gnaw at the sensation, but she ignores them and instead presses her forehead to his. She gently nudges his nose with hers, as if to ask what she might be able to do that will not cause him further pain. ]
And I will be here as well. No member of the Alliance or the Scions can take me away from you.
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She nudges the side of his head at his kiss. It sends a familiar shiver up her spine. One that demands she return the notion by kissing him. The demand is countered by the fear that if she would, then he might be swept away by the primal that weeds itself further into his mind. Instead, she tilts her head to kiss where his ear meets the side of his head. Intimate enough, but only enough.
Her eyes open to properly take in the damage done to his body -- both old and new. She has felt the scars on his back before, but seeing them from her angle above causes her heart to sink. The best she can do for him is heal the new ones and hope to give comfort to those that still cause him pain. Although, she can hardly manage to do the first one, let alone the second.
With his grip tightening on her hips, she finally pulls back enough to look down at him. Her hands move to cradle his head as her braid with attached bow slips once more over her shoulder. Tears gather in her eyes at his declaration as she feels a surge of hope encompass her. Plenty of doubts attempt to gnaw at the sensation, but she ignores them and instead presses her forehead to his. She gently nudges his nose with hers, as if to ask what she might be able to do that will not cause him further pain. ]
And I will be here as well. No member of the Alliance or the Scions can take me away from you.