[ The answer is a minor surprise to him, as he had thought she would wish to retire to Ishgard as her sister had. The pair seem to be enamored with the city, regardless of attachments to a certain Lord Speaker. Perhaps he merely assumed the same of K'thisru given how highly and lovingly the memories of the sisters had been in the old books of Ishgard. Words that he can still recall freshly and to their exact phrasing, despite that he had read them more than one hundred years ago.
G'raha moves to speak but finds himself falling silent once more as the words settle in his mind. With me? Traveling with a person is very different from cohabitation with them. Has he not caused enough damage to her, her sister, and the Scions? Even if they welcome him with open arms, he finds himself stumbling in his own mind at the prospect that K'thisru would wish him to be more than a traveling companion one might share feelings for.
He reaches out for her with the hand that was once made of crystal. There is moments when a phantom pain lingers in his mind of the sensation of crystal, but he would not wish to bother her with it. Not as she had seen him turn entirely into it before her.
G'raha takes the small step to close the space between them. Then, he is certain to chose his words carefully. They are in the market place of Mor Dhona still, and there is no doubt gossip will already begin. His hand rests gently on her cheek. ]
Even with a man as old as myself? I am certain you could find a far better match than someone who looks young, but remains old at heart.
[ Oh, she knows that she will always have a home in Ishgard, and however far away she goes, she's certain eventually her path will wind back there. Because that is where her sister has chosen to make her home, and she can't imagine not seeing her sister when she can. Even if that means taking a long journey back from whichever far-off place she has set her sights on. And that brings up a question too: would G'raha want to accompany her, knowing that every so often, she will want to return to Ishgard to visit her sister? Perhaps he would rather move freely without anything tying him down.
As soon as she spots him reaching for her, she is quick to reach back, because how many times did she wish she could just take his hand and get him to stop and rest for a little bit? Time was certainly not on their side then, but she, like others, thought he pushed himself harder than was necessary. Her mouth turns up at the corners when he steps closer, and she tilts her head back just slightly so she can look up at him, a halfway cheeky smile taking her face. ]
What if none of those people are interested in me? I know who I'm interested in, and he's standing right in front of me.
[ But her expression turns a little bit serious again and she adds: ] I'm certain you could find someone who matches better with you and what you're looking for: someone not so young and sometimes silly.
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G'raha moves to speak but finds himself falling silent once more as the words settle in his mind. With me? Traveling with a person is very different from cohabitation with them. Has he not caused enough damage to her, her sister, and the Scions? Even if they welcome him with open arms, he finds himself stumbling in his own mind at the prospect that K'thisru would wish him to be more than a traveling companion one might share feelings for.
He reaches out for her with the hand that was once made of crystal. There is moments when a phantom pain lingers in his mind of the sensation of crystal, but he would not wish to bother her with it. Not as she had seen him turn entirely into it before her.
G'raha takes the small step to close the space between them. Then, he is certain to chose his words carefully. They are in the market place of Mor Dhona still, and there is no doubt gossip will already begin. His hand rests gently on her cheek. ]
Even with a man as old as myself? I am certain you could find a far better match than someone who looks young, but remains old at heart.
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As soon as she spots him reaching for her, she is quick to reach back, because how many times did she wish she could just take his hand and get him to stop and rest for a little bit? Time was certainly not on their side then, but she, like others, thought he pushed himself harder than was necessary. Her mouth turns up at the corners when he steps closer, and she tilts her head back just slightly so she can look up at him, a halfway cheeky smile taking her face. ]
What if none of those people are interested in me? I know who I'm interested in, and he's standing right in front of me.
[ But her expression turns a little bit serious again and she adds: ] I'm certain you could find someone who matches better with you and what you're looking for: someone not so young and sometimes silly.