Theea
I duck my head a little at the word brave, not sure I believe it, but it’s nice to hear anyway. There’s something about the way Elizabeth says it—soft, matter-of-fact—that makes me want to believe it might actually be true. “And you’re very kind.” It only seems right to make sure she knows it, hopefully understanding how grateful I am.
"She actually came with me to the shrine, ultimately let me go," I admit after a second. "And she promised she’d always be near by. I know she’s keeping an eye on me, but seeing her or contacting her will be… difficult. She spent the majority of her life as an assassin, in her old world. It's second nature for her, staying out of sight." I shrug. “I’ll talk to her again. Maybe leave her a note somewhere and hope she finds it.” When I have something more to say than I’m scared.
I smile again as Elizabeth squeezes my shoulder, her laugh light and easy. "I’ll try to keep my feet under me," I promise. "Though no guarantees if someone puts a really good pastry too close to the edge. I might have to risk it."
I decide to wrap up the last half of the bread in the cloth from the other one, and I tuck it safely in my bag and look back at Elizabeth. "I don’t know how long it’ll take me to get there, but I’m glad I ran into you before I left. Makes the road ahead feel a little less... big." My hand tightens on the strap of my bag without me meaning to. "I’ve got a lot to figure out still. But at least now, it feels like I’m figuring it out with someone. Even if it’s just through a few letters."
"She actually came with me to the shrine, ultimately let me go," I admit after a second. "And she promised she’d always be near by. I know she’s keeping an eye on me, but seeing her or contacting her will be… difficult. She spent the majority of her life as an assassin, in her old world. It's second nature for her, staying out of sight." I shrug. “I’ll talk to her again. Maybe leave her a note somewhere and hope she finds it.” When I have something more to say than I’m scared.
I smile again as Elizabeth squeezes my shoulder, her laugh light and easy. "I’ll try to keep my feet under me," I promise. "Though no guarantees if someone puts a really good pastry too close to the edge. I might have to risk it."
I decide to wrap up the last half of the bread in the cloth from the other one, and I tuck it safely in my bag and look back at Elizabeth. "I don’t know how long it’ll take me to get there, but I’m glad I ran into you before I left. Makes the road ahead feel a little less... big." My hand tightens on the strap of my bag without me meaning to. "I’ve got a lot to figure out still. But at least now, it feels like I’m figuring it out with someone. Even if it’s just through a few letters."
cause we waited years and years
just to make it worth the tears
to find out that we're not in this alone
so keep your head up high in these hours of the night
so when atlas drops the world on your shoulders, you still won't fall
