Y-you have a family home and title? [ Her cheeks turn a shade darker. Would he truly wave odd any potential advancements for her? Surely, someone would wish a title, even with his condition. Master Matoya always spoke of how greedy people were deep down. ] Surely you cannot be hated that much...
[ The moment he answers is the moment she nearly regrets asking her question. His assumption of her answer is correct simply by the way her ears lower and a frown touches her face. Guilt stabs at her heart even though she is very aware she made the correct choice to feed him. It quickly becomes clear how much he hates himself and buries his darker instincts. Yet, he also did not fight her to lure those instincts out. Her choice was the necessary one, but she cannot help but feel all it ultimately did was make him sink further into the distain he has towards his person.
Lantaa kisses him gently once more before shifting to sit up. Then, she moves over him to take her place at his back once more. What would please her? She had said that caring for people--truly caring--brought her happiness. Being with him has also brought a sense of fulfillment she did not think possible. Her own instincts and desire to loved would ask that he continue to shower her with touches and kisses. Yet, that moment has certainly passed, and thus she will move to the other motion that brings her happiness.
Perhaps such notions and touches we unbecoming... knights have honor. How could I ask him to forgo that for simply me?
She cannot.
Lantaa gently brushes the hair around his ear once more beforr raising the other hand to hover over his wound. The aches and pains of it are obvious even though the worst of it has healed. No doubt that what blood he did take will help and aid it. ]
Estinien will return soon. You should rest until then. [ Lantaa closes her eyes to listen to his aether. ] I'll clean and redress the wound in the meantime.
[ As well as see to certain measures and spells before she leaves. If he truly still desires her to leave, despite the shift of the mood. ]
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[ The moment he answers is the moment she nearly regrets asking her question. His assumption of her answer is correct simply by the way her ears lower and a frown touches her face. Guilt stabs at her heart even though she is very aware she made the correct choice to feed him. It quickly becomes clear how much he hates himself and buries his darker instincts. Yet, he also did not fight her to lure those instincts out. Her choice was the necessary one, but she cannot help but feel all it ultimately did was make him sink further into the distain he has towards his person.
Lantaa kisses him gently once more before shifting to sit up. Then, she moves over him to take her place at his back once more. What would please her? She had said that caring for people--truly caring--brought her happiness. Being with him has also brought a sense of fulfillment she did not think possible. Her own instincts and desire to loved would ask that he continue to shower her with touches and kisses. Yet, that moment has certainly passed, and thus she will move to the other motion that brings her happiness.
Perhaps such notions and touches we unbecoming... knights have honor. How could I ask him to forgo that for simply me?
She cannot.
Lantaa gently brushes the hair around his ear once more beforr raising the other hand to hover over his wound. The aches and pains of it are obvious even though the worst of it has healed. No doubt that what blood he did take will help and aid it. ]
Estinien will return soon. You should rest until then. [ Lantaa closes her eyes to listen to his aether. ] I'll clean and redress the wound in the meantime.
[ As well as see to certain measures and spells before she leaves. If he truly still desires her to leave, despite the shift of the mood. ]