[ For his part, he still believes that she gives him far too much credit, although after careful consideration, he has begun to think that it is an honor to be considered the one who gives her a reason to smile, as well as the one who protects her heart, as she has told him on more than one occasion. If he can be the rock that supports her, then that is enough for him. Truth be told, he wishes to be more than that, as she well knows, but were their situation different and she did not return his love, he would be quite content to be her support and hopefully a good friend as well. ]
Oh, they do indeed. The first time that they arrived, there were many who were quite surprised and yet endeared. [ He offers a smirk of his own when he sees the way she tries to maintain a straight face but does not quite manage it. ] I am glad that it has become a habit.
[ He may be dedicated to his work, but he is also dedicated to his family. And he would venture as far as to say that his family is even more important to him than the work that he does. As always, a shiver creeps up his spine in response to her touch, and for just a moment, he leans into it as if seeking the reassurance that she gives him.
It has not yet occurred to him that he has neglected to see her properly dressed for bed, but it does not take long for that realization to reach him, thanks to the looks she is giving him and the smile that spreads across her face. ]
I have been quite the inattentive partner, have I not? [ He cannot remember such occasions in their entirety, but he does seem to recall a time or two in which she assisted him in dressing when he was not able to on his own. The memories are obscured as though he is viewing them from behind a foggy glass, but something seems to have stirred them up in his mind. ] That was not my intention, I assure you.
[ If he was not so determined to assist her as best as he can (and it seems as though he made a slight blunder), he would have a moment of embarrassment and self-reproach because of his error. But he can hardly stop to think up recriminations when she is laughing the way she is. It lifts his spirits considerably to hear her laughter and see her smiling, so he chooses to focus upon that, and not upon his momentary forgetfulness.
At the familiar sensation of her tugging on his sash, he moves closer while also bending just slightly so that she might have an easier time reaching out to him. ]
You seem rather fond of sleeping in pieces from my own wardrobe, so I see no reason why that particular tradition should not continue. [ Meaning he will choose one of his shirts for her to wear and to sleep in, when that time comes. He pats her hand lightly, as if to say that they will return to the notion of removing his armor once he has retrieved said shirt for her.
It takes only a moment for him to choose one and then bring it back so that she might approve of his choice, or not, if she deems it unsatisfactory. ]
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Oh, they do indeed. The first time that they arrived, there were many who were quite surprised and yet endeared. [ He offers a smirk of his own when he sees the way she tries to maintain a straight face but does not quite manage it. ] I am glad that it has become a habit.
[ He may be dedicated to his work, but he is also dedicated to his family. And he would venture as far as to say that his family is even more important to him than the work that he does. As always, a shiver creeps up his spine in response to her touch, and for just a moment, he leans into it as if seeking the reassurance that she gives him.
It has not yet occurred to him that he has neglected to see her properly dressed for bed, but it does not take long for that realization to reach him, thanks to the looks she is giving him and the smile that spreads across her face. ]
I have been quite the inattentive partner, have I not? [ He cannot remember such occasions in their entirety, but he does seem to recall a time or two in which she assisted him in dressing when he was not able to on his own. The memories are obscured as though he is viewing them from behind a foggy glass, but something seems to have stirred them up in his mind. ] That was not my intention, I assure you.
[ If he was not so determined to assist her as best as he can (and it seems as though he made a slight blunder), he would have a moment of embarrassment and self-reproach because of his error. But he can hardly stop to think up recriminations when she is laughing the way she is. It lifts his spirits considerably to hear her laughter and see her smiling, so he chooses to focus upon that, and not upon his momentary forgetfulness.
At the familiar sensation of her tugging on his sash, he moves closer while also bending just slightly so that she might have an easier time reaching out to him. ]
You seem rather fond of sleeping in pieces from my own wardrobe, so I see no reason why that particular tradition should not continue. [ Meaning he will choose one of his shirts for her to wear and to sleep in, when that time comes. He pats her hand lightly, as if to say that they will return to the notion of removing his armor once he has retrieved said shirt for her.
It takes only a moment for him to choose one and then bring it back so that she might approve of his choice, or not, if she deems it unsatisfactory. ]