[ Although he speaks with confidence, and although his voice does not waver, something inside him seems to quiver. Someone like Alkaid does not simply run away from their home without good reason. He is beginning to understand that she feared his reaction to her hair, and although he has not drawn attention to it, he has already spotted the difference in her eye. He attributes it to the same thing that lightened her hair, but from a standpoint based purely on appearances, it does not alter his thoughts nor his love for her.
What he fears is the state of her heart and what he might do to mend it.
He sees the tears that form in her eyes and begin trailing down her face, and he moves to carefully dry them. But he is in no hurry to do so, as he well understands the sentiment that brought her to tears. Perhaps he is wrong in his suppositions, but it seems to him that she expected to not find acceptance from him, and it also seems that she is crying out of relief, amomg other things.
He imagines that is not all that has reduced her to tears, but he has resolved to wait for her to speak of such things herself when she is ready. ]
If I am your knight, does that mean you are my lady? [ He tilts his head to one side as if considering that. ] Does that title please you?
[ His smile remains and his tone remains gentle, but there is a current of unbridled emotion in it as well. ]
I missed you every day that you were gone, and I am far beyond elated that you have returned.
[ And although he refuses to think upon it or let it take root, the thought lingers in the back of his mind that she may very well have to leave him again before too long. And that, more than anything, only brings on a sense of sorrow to replace the happiness that has come upon him at her return. He does his best to push it away, because he will not be saddened by something that has yet to occur. ]
But I imagine this is not aiding in your rest. [ His arms move to encircle her once more, pulling her in closer although she is very close already, and one hand moves to lightly stroke her hair. ]
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What he fears is the state of her heart and what he might do to mend it.
He sees the tears that form in her eyes and begin trailing down her face, and he moves to carefully dry them. But he is in no hurry to do so, as he well understands the sentiment that brought her to tears. Perhaps he is wrong in his suppositions, but it seems to him that she expected to not find acceptance from him, and it also seems that she is crying out of relief, amomg other things.
He imagines that is not all that has reduced her to tears, but he has resolved to wait for her to speak of such things herself when she is ready. ]
If I am your knight, does that mean you are my lady? [ He tilts his head to one side as if considering that. ] Does that title please you?
[ His smile remains and his tone remains gentle, but there is a current of unbridled emotion in it as well. ]
I missed you every day that you were gone, and I am far beyond elated that you have returned.
[ And although he refuses to think upon it or let it take root, the thought lingers in the back of his mind that she may very well have to leave him again before too long. And that, more than anything, only brings on a sense of sorrow to replace the happiness that has come upon him at her return. He does his best to push it away, because he will not be saddened by something that has yet to occur. ]
But I imagine this is not aiding in your rest. [ His arms move to encircle her once more, pulling her in closer although she is very close already, and one hand moves to lightly stroke her hair. ]