[ He cannot read minds, nor is he particularly skilled at reading emotions, but in the case of Matoya, he is finding that she is fairly easy to read. At least, it seems that there is some measure of sadness coming from her, or perhaps sympathy, and he wants neither of those things for himself. For whatever reason, this is his lot in life, and nothing can change it now.
Once, he entertained the notion that he could still be considered an Ishgardian, and still have a place in that world, but time and experience has relieved him of that idea. He maintains a home within the city's boundaries, but he knows he does not feel welcomed there. Her widened eyes give him an idea of what she may be thinking, and he seeks to dispel any worries that she may have on his behalf. ]
If you are worrying about me and my safety, I would ask that you not. It would take more than a mere blow to see to my end, not that any has attempted such a thing as yet. [ He is certain his words will not reassure her, so he accompanies them with a small smile. ] For the moment, all is well, and there is no reason for you to worry. [ She ought not worry about him regardless, as they have no relationship, even if the prodding in his mind is saying otherwise. If she agrees to his terms, they may well embark upon one, however. ]
You are... Complicated. [ He senses that there is quite the storm brewing beneath her outward exterior, and yet he can only guess at what thoughts might be chasing themselves about in her mind. ]
If you find that reaching a decision is too difficult, there are... ways around that. [ But just as he was loathe to drink her blood, he is also loathe to use those ways upon her, even if he does not wish to see his offer turned down. ]
I will say that the home I could give you may well be lacking, at least at the present, but should you accept, I will endeavor to alter that. [ After all, none has lived there but him in recent times, and so there is work to be done to make it acceptable for another living being.
His eyes trail downwards to where her own arm is entwined around his, and while he is still puzzled by her inability to speak, he knows what he wishes to do. ]
If it will make your decision easier, I could show you the place that I call home, and then you can decide. [ She spoke of an easier way of travel, and perhaps she could do that for them, as he is still recovering, and she seems terrified of leaving this cave. If there is a way to travel that would allow them to do so unnoticed, perhaps that is for the best.
For now, however, he has decided that he wishes to attempt calming what appears to be rattled nerves. He reaches for her slowly, so as not to startle her, and he gives a light pull, as if asking her to recline beside him. Truthfully, sitting up as he is doing is becoming uncomfortable, and if the pulling sensation from his wound is anything to go by, he should not take chances and risk reopening said wound by pushing himself too far. And while such a thought has not yet entered his mind nor his heart, the unconscious desire to be closer to her, to feel her in a way that he has not felt anyone in quite some time, still exists.
There is nothing untoward or menacing about his desire; it is simply the desire of a man who has been deprived of contact with others, mainly by choice but partially by the choices of other people. If she declines, he will understand, but he risks nothing by making the request. ]
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Once, he entertained the notion that he could still be considered an Ishgardian, and still have a place in that world, but time and experience has relieved him of that idea. He maintains a home within the city's boundaries, but he knows he does not feel welcomed there. Her widened eyes give him an idea of what she may be thinking, and he seeks to dispel any worries that she may have on his behalf. ]
If you are worrying about me and my safety, I would ask that you not. It would take more than a mere blow to see to my end, not that any has attempted such a thing as yet. [ He is certain his words will not reassure her, so he accompanies them with a small smile. ] For the moment, all is well, and there is no reason for you to worry. [ She ought not worry about him regardless, as they have no relationship, even if the prodding in his mind is saying otherwise. If she agrees to his terms, they may well embark upon one, however. ]
You are... Complicated. [ He senses that there is quite the storm brewing beneath her outward exterior, and yet he can only guess at what thoughts might be chasing themselves about in her mind. ]
If you find that reaching a decision is too difficult, there are... ways around that. [ But just as he was loathe to drink her blood, he is also loathe to use those ways upon her, even if he does not wish to see his offer turned down. ]
I will say that the home I could give you may well be lacking, at least at the present, but should you accept, I will endeavor to alter that. [ After all, none has lived there but him in recent times, and so there is work to be done to make it acceptable for another living being.
His eyes trail downwards to where her own arm is entwined around his, and while he is still puzzled by her inability to speak, he knows what he wishes to do. ]
If it will make your decision easier, I could show you the place that I call home, and then you can decide. [ She spoke of an easier way of travel, and perhaps she could do that for them, as he is still recovering, and she seems terrified of leaving this cave. If there is a way to travel that would allow them to do so unnoticed, perhaps that is for the best.
For now, however, he has decided that he wishes to attempt calming what appears to be rattled nerves. He reaches for her slowly, so as not to startle her, and he gives a light pull, as if asking her to recline beside him. Truthfully, sitting up as he is doing is becoming uncomfortable, and if the pulling sensation from his wound is anything to go by, he should not take chances and risk reopening said wound by pushing himself too far. And while such a thought has not yet entered his mind nor his heart, the unconscious desire to be closer to her, to feel her in a way that he has not felt anyone in quite some time, still exists.
There is nothing untoward or menacing about his desire; it is simply the desire of a man who has been deprived of contact with others, mainly by choice but partially by the choices of other people. If she declines, he will understand, but he risks nothing by making the request. ]