[ He is resolved to do all that he can to keep her safe and to assist her in adjusting to this new life, if she still remains agreeable to it. He realizes that it is asking a lot of her, to leave everything that she knows to follow him, but he also does not wish to leave her behind for any reason. ]
Now I see... Lantaa. [ She belongs to a group of people that Ishgard's knights sought to kill. Is that why she has been alone in a cave for so long? Or rather, he assumes that it has been some time. Perhaps she is the only survivor of the attacks on white mages. And if that is the case, then he imagines she of all people has even more reason to despise him. Not only is he a voidsent, but he is also an Ishgardian, and a knight, no less. Surely there is as much of her people's blood on his hands as anyone else's.
Even so, she still does not pull away, still seeming to welcome his touch and his hold. Well, if that is the case, as long as she will have him, he means to offer what love and protection he can. To do otherwise is unimaginable.
One hand moves to meet with hers, the one still holding onto the soul crystal, and with some hesitation, he reaches out to touch it carefully. Of course, he has no right, as the crystal is hers, and he imagines it is quite the precious object that should not be touched by anyone, let alone one such as him. But he finds himself drawn to it just as he is drawn to her. ]
What a pair the two of us make. You, a white mage, and myself, a reluctant voidsent. [ And yet it all feels as though they were meant to find each other somehow. ]
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Now I see... Lantaa. [ She belongs to a group of people that Ishgard's knights sought to kill. Is that why she has been alone in a cave for so long? Or rather, he assumes that it has been some time. Perhaps she is the only survivor of the attacks on white mages. And if that is the case, then he imagines she of all people has even more reason to despise him. Not only is he a voidsent, but he is also an Ishgardian, and a knight, no less. Surely there is as much of her people's blood on his hands as anyone else's.
Even so, she still does not pull away, still seeming to welcome his touch and his hold. Well, if that is the case, as long as she will have him, he means to offer what love and protection he can. To do otherwise is unimaginable.
One hand moves to meet with hers, the one still holding onto the soul crystal, and with some hesitation, he reaches out to touch it carefully. Of course, he has no right, as the crystal is hers, and he imagines it is quite the precious object that should not be touched by anyone, let alone one such as him. But he finds himself drawn to it just as he is drawn to her. ]
What a pair the two of us make. You, a white mage, and myself, a reluctant voidsent. [ And yet it all feels as though they were meant to find each other somehow. ]