KORBIN
Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die
That you and I would never die
Korbin had no difficulties getting attached. To people, places, routines and habits. It just hurt too much when they were taken away again, so he actively rejected any of those things. To protect himself. Keep himself whole, and sane. It wasn't the same as hers, but similar enough.
He huffed a quiet smile of amusement when her answer came; it was far less dramatic than many things she could have said, and sadly punctured any hopes he might have harbored of sullying the Warden's name. Not today, it seemed.
Even standing up, he had to look down to meet her gaze. The way she looked at him unnerved the young raven; he felt measured, assessed, and wasn't sure if he met whatever standards she was used to. Whatever it was she looked for. "Fair enough. There are rooms open. This way."
Stepping around the counter, he gestured for her to follow along to the staircase. It led up to the second floor, where a corridor was framed on both sides by closed doors. A few were occupied, already taken for the night, but several were not. He pointed them out, then stood back.
"Take your pick. You can settle the tab when you are ready to leave again." No fear that she might dine and dash - the Portal was closed, and the Citadel small. She would have nowhere to escape to, even if she was so inclined.
He huffed a quiet smile of amusement when her answer came; it was far less dramatic than many things she could have said, and sadly punctured any hopes he might have harbored of sullying the Warden's name. Not today, it seemed.
Even standing up, he had to look down to meet her gaze. The way she looked at him unnerved the young raven; he felt measured, assessed, and wasn't sure if he met whatever standards she was used to. Whatever it was she looked for. "Fair enough. There are rooms open. This way."
Stepping around the counter, he gestured for her to follow along to the staircase. It led up to the second floor, where a corridor was framed on both sides by closed doors. A few were occupied, already taken for the night, but several were not. He pointed them out, then stood back.
"Take your pick. You can settle the tab when you are ready to leave again." No fear that she might dine and dash - the Portal was closed, and the Citadel small. She would have nowhere to escape to, even if she was so inclined.
Remember when you swore
we had it all?
we had it all?
