[ her tone is light, just like the rest of her, the gentle curiosity still present. she thinks she should be worried at that underlying threat, or at least be more concerned. but she also thinks that if he'd really wanted to hurt her, he would have already done so. mages are not known for their bulk, and she was always too soft, too pliant for the front lines.
besides, she recognizes the look of a guilty man, especially one who believes he's beyond grace and salvation; too bloodied and scarred for kindness, for tenderness.
slowly, carefully, her hand reaches for his, touching their fingertips together in lieu of actually holding his hand. ]
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[ her tone is light, just like the rest of her, the gentle curiosity still present. she thinks she should be worried at that underlying threat, or at least be more concerned. but she also thinks that if he'd really wanted to hurt her, he would have already done so. mages are not known for their bulk, and she was always too soft, too pliant for the front lines.
besides, she recognizes the look of a guilty man, especially one who believes he's beyond grace and salvation; too bloodied and scarred for kindness, for tenderness.
slowly, carefully, her hand reaches for his, touching their fingertips together in lieu of actually holding his hand. ]
Try me.