[There's a flinch at the touch, her almost ducking away from it as though startled. But whatever concern starts to evaporate from her face as she lets out a long breath.]
[ Well his hand sure is going to stay there, then. Especially when she starts to relax, and his fingers remain against a warm body. Not for the first time, he wishes his touch was a little less - well. Dead. ]
I would like that. [ gently ] Let's go enjoy it, hm? And we can either have some peace and quiet together, or you can tell me what's on your mind, if you'd like someone to listen - I will always do that for you.
[She'll nod, quietly lifting to her feet and dusting herself off, just as calm as she has been the rest of the week. Her sword, however, is nowhere to be seen. Perhaps that's for the best?
She'll quietly lead them both from the banks to the bridge, across into the arid walkways of the desert... and she halts, like a stutter in her steps, blinking in confusion and looking behind her as though she's left something behind.
Her brow furrows as she pulls her gaze away, pulls it back to the man next to her. But there's something visibly troubled in her eyes, just for a moment, before it smoothes back out as it had all week.
There wasn't any need to panic, after all.
So she falls back into pace with him, picking at the ribbon at her wrist, unaware of how the fabric starts to evaporate to nothing but a static snow under her fingertips.]
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Sorry. I didn't mean to jump.
Were... you looking for me?
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[ She'd already forgotten that she saw him? She'd gotten absorbed in her thoughts, between one beat and another? She'd lost focus?
None of these possibilities comfort him. ]
A little. I do like to spend time with you, meimei.
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Mmn, I'm glad. I was just thinking a little bit, but... we could take a walk, if you want? I think the sky would look pretty across the bridge.
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I would like that. [ gently ] Let's go enjoy it, hm? And we can either have some peace and quiet together, or you can tell me what's on your mind, if you'd like someone to listen - I will always do that for you.
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She'll quietly lead them both from the banks to the bridge, across into the arid walkways of the desert... and she halts, like a stutter in her steps, blinking in confusion and looking behind her as though she's left something behind.
Her brow furrows as she pulls her gaze away, pulls it back to the man next to her. But there's something visibly troubled in her eyes, just for a moment, before it smoothes back out as it had all week.
There wasn't any need to panic, after all.
So she falls back into pace with him, picking at the ribbon at her wrist, unaware of how the fabric starts to evaporate to nothing but a static snow under her fingertips.]
I... I wonder what just...