He might not know what it was to fly, but he knew what it was to swim, and how limiting walking could be in comparison. There were benefits, to be sure, but it was nowhere near the freedom of the open water. Still, he had no words that would help her with the loss she seemed to feel and so he sat with her in companionable silence, present but quiet as they both processed their experiences.
"Yes, please," he agreed to her offer, lifting his head to meet her eyes. There was understanding there, and an equal unwillingness to be alone just yet. And who else could he speak to about what had occurred? It would make no sense to any other Mer, and Sentient Books were not a hazard that Torchers of any stripe had much experience with.
There was a weak glimmer of humor in his gaze as he glanced up to the windows where the moonlight streamed in, far from full. It was not a matter of whether he 'wanted' to leave the water tonight. "I will be here when you return."
"Yes, please," he agreed to her offer, lifting his head to meet her eyes. There was understanding there, and an equal unwillingness to be alone just yet. And who else could he speak to about what had occurred? It would make no sense to any other Mer, and Sentient Books were not a hazard that Torchers of any stripe had much experience with.
There was a weak glimmer of humor in his gaze as he glanced up to the windows where the moonlight streamed in, far from full. It was not a matter of whether he 'wanted' to leave the water tonight. "I will be here when you return."
