I know you don't wanna turn me into your puppet
As a morning person, Jude still being asleep is unlikely. He had woken when Sohalia had left the bed, always a light sleeper. He'd murmured a goodbye when she'd headed out for her training, and then had risen shortly after. He's accustomed to having far too much freedom in his days, so he usually has his own structure that he keeps himself to lest he waste away like a lazy teenager. Which is why he's doing dishes when Sohalia comes in. He doesn't hear her until she's walking past given the noise of the water, and the fact that she doesn't call out to him as she always does.
That, and the blood readily apparent on her face, is enough to have him jolting at the sink and lurching away without turning the water off to rush toward her. "Soh?! Oh my gods, are you okay?" Training accidents happen, but why hadn't she gotten medical attention already? Wet hands rise to gently reach for her shoulders to try and stop her in her path and turn her towards him, expression deeply concerned.
That, and the blood readily apparent on her face, is enough to have him jolting at the sink and lurching away without turning the water off to rush toward her. "Soh?! Oh my gods, are you okay?" Training accidents happen, but why hadn't she gotten medical attention already? Wet hands rise to gently reach for her shoulders to try and stop her in her path and turn her towards him, expression deeply concerned.
But what if I just always dance around on your string?
Jude
