He squeezed her hand gratefully at her swift willingness to help him however he needed, no questions asked beyond 'when' and 'where.' She had been gone so long and so suddenly, thought dead or lost, that he had been uncertain whether the shape of their previous bond still remained. And in truth, it had not. But what had grown from it was stronger and deeper for the honesty now between them, and how easy it had become to rely on each other. "Thank you," he murmured, and in those two words was the promise that he would rely on her, trusting her as she trusted him.
Was it strange, to hear his own words given voice by another? He sat quietly beside her, his large hand held in hers as he drew comfort from what she told him, and from their physical connection in hands and shoulders. It was nothing he had not told himself in the dark hours of the night, but it did make a difference, hearing it from another.
"I did not fail," he confirmed slowly. Torchline's Queen was herself once more, fire and flash and stubbornness, beholden to no one but her own heart. "And I..." He trailed off, brow creasing in thought at the suggestion of speaking to Remi. "... Perhaps. I have been meaning to speak to Remi for some time. My brother is not the only ghost I would seek forgiveness from." He sighed, pensive as he sank into his thoughts for a short time. When he raised his head again, however, his eyes were clearer and there was a little less weariness in them.
"Thank you, Maea. These were words that I needed to hear."
Was it strange, to hear his own words given voice by another? He sat quietly beside her, his large hand held in hers as he drew comfort from what she told him, and from their physical connection in hands and shoulders. It was nothing he had not told himself in the dark hours of the night, but it did make a difference, hearing it from another.
"I did not fail," he confirmed slowly. Torchline's Queen was herself once more, fire and flash and stubbornness, beholden to no one but her own heart. "And I..." He trailed off, brow creasing in thought at the suggestion of speaking to Remi. "... Perhaps. I have been meaning to speak to Remi for some time. My brother is not the only ghost I would seek forgiveness from." He sighed, pensive as he sank into his thoughts for a short time. When he raised his head again, however, his eyes were clearer and there was a little less weariness in them.
"Thank you, Maea. These were words that I needed to hear."
