She only pauses their steps to gather up the fallen supplies, grasping it between their two hands as she couldn't hold it with her other, but otherwise allowing him to lead them towards wherever he had in mind. The Monster Hunter Guild comes into view and Cordelia doesn't hesitate to push inside, keeping her side of the bond closed off tight until they're settled, knowing she can't let herself crumple yet. Not yet.
Cordelia doesn't take her eyes off of him as her strips out of his wet clothes, watching him wrap the thick fur blanket around his shoulders, only then does she turn her attention to the hearth. There are still faint embers flickering in the bottom and she grabs a few thinner slivers of wood, carefully stacking them on top in a crisscross pattern to allow it to breathe before exhaling into the low flickering flame. The crackle fills the empty hall as she adds more dry wood to the stack, flames engulfing those too, soon filling the space with warmth that will chase away the numbness that's settled in his limbs.
The Attuned shifts onto her knees in front of him, drawing in a shaky breath as she meets his eyes, feeling that well of shame again as she takes in his gentle expression. "I was in the tower when the wailing started. When it all started..." Cordelia murmurs, recalling the events, telling him all that happened. How the Banshee Queen came and how she only took a single shot before she ran away, leaving Tal and Evie to fend for themselves, how Evie threw herself in front of her. The tears don't stop the entire time she's speaking, sliding down her cheeks in constant tracks of regret, her bad arm clutched tightly to her chest protectively.
Cordelia doesn't take her eyes off of him as her strips out of his wet clothes, watching him wrap the thick fur blanket around his shoulders, only then does she turn her attention to the hearth. There are still faint embers flickering in the bottom and she grabs a few thinner slivers of wood, carefully stacking them on top in a crisscross pattern to allow it to breathe before exhaling into the low flickering flame. The crackle fills the empty hall as she adds more dry wood to the stack, flames engulfing those too, soon filling the space with warmth that will chase away the numbness that's settled in his limbs.
The Attuned shifts onto her knees in front of him, drawing in a shaky breath as she meets his eyes, feeling that well of shame again as she takes in his gentle expression. "I was in the tower when the wailing started. When it all started..." Cordelia murmurs, recalling the events, telling him all that happened. How the Banshee Queen came and how she only took a single shot before she ran away, leaving Tal and Evie to fend for themselves, how Evie threw herself in front of her. The tears don't stop the entire time she's speaking, sliding down her cheeks in constant tracks of regret, her bad arm clutched tightly to her chest protectively.
Cordelia
My hand was the one you reached for all throughout the Great War
