SAFRIN
He's as charming as always, even broken down as he is. Instead of pulling him up to his feet, she sits beside him. The snow disappears into a galaxy of starlight, relaxing his weary bones and giving strength back into his tired muscles. As always her physical proportions are malleable. Though she will always appear slender and spritely, she isn't a waif next to him, but a comforting figure easily able to endure his burdens.
Pressing her shoulder against his, the goddess simply nods for him to continue. "Go on then. Blighted as I was I didn't see the way I usually do. Besides, I'd rather hear this in your own words."
Pressing her shoulder against his, the goddess simply nods for him to continue. "Go on then. Blighted as I was I didn't see the way I usually do. Besides, I'd rather hear this in your own words."
