Sohalia
"Koa!"
The greeting was out of her mouth before she could think the better of it, and she scrambled to her feet to approach the young Dragoon. It had been since the attack that she'd seen him - sleeping by her bedside, keeping the promise that he wouldn't leave - and she'd yet to broach the topic of her feelings for him. It seemed easier to just ignore them, hope they would go away. She had wondered often why he'd stayed, but they'd never had a chance to discuss it - as soon as the doctors had realized she was awake, Koa had been ushered from the room, just one shared glance between them before he was gone. She didn't know what to make of it. She didn't know what she wanted to make of it.
She came to an uncertain stop beside him. "Hey," she said, because she really didn't think this far ahead and she really wasn't sure what she was doing. Every topic that she should discuss with him - the political nightmares that he'd started across Caido, for example - fled her mind. Instead, she just prayed that he might take a moment to talk with her. Sit with her, maybe. Anything else seemed like too much to ask, after everything they'd been through.
"Are you, um, helping Lena?"
The greeting was out of her mouth before she could think the better of it, and she scrambled to her feet to approach the young Dragoon. It had been since the attack that she'd seen him - sleeping by her bedside, keeping the promise that he wouldn't leave - and she'd yet to broach the topic of her feelings for him. It seemed easier to just ignore them, hope they would go away. She had wondered often why he'd stayed, but they'd never had a chance to discuss it - as soon as the doctors had realized she was awake, Koa had been ushered from the room, just one shared glance between them before he was gone. She didn't know what to make of it. She didn't know what she wanted to make of it.
She came to an uncertain stop beside him. "Hey," she said, because she really didn't think this far ahead and she really wasn't sure what she was doing. Every topic that she should discuss with him - the political nightmares that he'd started across Caido, for example - fled her mind. Instead, she just prayed that he might take a moment to talk with her. Sit with her, maybe. Anything else seemed like too much to ask, after everything they'd been through.
"Are you, um, helping Lena?"
