Aurelia
The glass shatters in Ronin's hand and it's near-silent the way it does. As if it's made of little more than plastic, crumpling in the strength of his grip. Aurelia doesn't even notice it until he's apologizing, until he's cleaning the mess he's made.
Her eyes widen and all anger evaporates from her in that instant. The topic at hand, while not forgotten, is foregone. Ronin seems to think that she will press further after this, though, and she can hear in his words the way he's attempting to appease her upset.
"Ronin- that's fine- your hand, you idiot," she snaps out dismissively, the chair beneath her squealing as she pushes it back to stand up. In a drawer right at her desk, she draws out a first aid kit (not the modern kind, but.. it'll do). After all.. if you're going to have unruly prisoners, you might get scraped up - or they might. It's good to keep these things on hand.
Although this, admittedly, wasn't what she anticipated to use them for.
Setting the kit down on the desktop, she rests her hip against it and puts her hand out. "Let me see," her tone is much gentler than before and the aggravation that furrows her brow is of a different nature now.
If he relents, which she hopes he knows he doesn't have much say in, she'll set to work on picking out the shards herself. While Aurelia is no medic and its certainly one of her weakest skills, her fingers are smaller than his and will find it easier to pick out the little bits of glass.
"Find a way to call you, huh?" She echoes without looking up at him, "Like with a letter? Or what?" Admittedly, her anxieties are a bit sated, though she has no idea what he means.
"Can you tell me something, Ronin?" This is when her gaze lifts up to look at him, "Has Safrin ever... told you to do something you knew was wrong?"
Her eyes widen and all anger evaporates from her in that instant. The topic at hand, while not forgotten, is foregone. Ronin seems to think that she will press further after this, though, and she can hear in his words the way he's attempting to appease her upset.
"Ronin- that's fine- your hand, you idiot," she snaps out dismissively, the chair beneath her squealing as she pushes it back to stand up. In a drawer right at her desk, she draws out a first aid kit (not the modern kind, but.. it'll do). After all.. if you're going to have unruly prisoners, you might get scraped up - or they might. It's good to keep these things on hand.
Although this, admittedly, wasn't what she anticipated to use them for.
Setting the kit down on the desktop, she rests her hip against it and puts her hand out. "Let me see," her tone is much gentler than before and the aggravation that furrows her brow is of a different nature now.
If he relents, which she hopes he knows he doesn't have much say in, she'll set to work on picking out the shards herself. While Aurelia is no medic and its certainly one of her weakest skills, her fingers are smaller than his and will find it easier to pick out the little bits of glass.
"Find a way to call you, huh?" She echoes without looking up at him, "Like with a letter? Or what?" Admittedly, her anxieties are a bit sated, though she has no idea what he means.
"Can you tell me something, Ronin?" This is when her gaze lifts up to look at him, "Has Safrin ever... told you to do something you knew was wrong?"
So leave me and tell me what I already know
That I trialled and I failed and it's good to let it go
That I trialled and I failed and it's good to let it go
