there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in
Henry regards Bastien's wave with a small, unenthusiastic nod. There are bags under his blue eyes and a starkly dead inside expression on his face. That Wessex, or anyone, cares to ask how he is... isn't an appreciated spotlight at the moment. He'd much rather cut to the chase of Wessex's issues, to try and solve whatever problem she is facing, because it's a duty he's signed up for. He's still glad to do it, and it might be the only thing he's glad for right about now.
Bastien, however, earns a sympathetic huff from Henry. The mention of LongNight being successful hits him like a wall of bricks, though, and he's stunned by that. LongNight was successful... just... not everyone got to see that success through. It's a causal part of life, Henry knows this. The circle of life is no foreign concept to him. He's the son of a farmer, or he was, anyway...
Henry sinks in his seat a little further and, with a forced indifference that's painful, he says, "The farm... it's gone. Burnt to the ground, and..." He's not sure how to put the rest of it, swallowing down the tears that threaten to spring to his eyes. He lets the silence carry out its own meaning, and maybe they'll take the hint.
"Later, if you can send a few people my way... to help... that would be appreciated." He addresses this towards them both, because he's got no one else now.
Bastien, however, earns a sympathetic huff from Henry. The mention of LongNight being successful hits him like a wall of bricks, though, and he's stunned by that. LongNight was successful... just... not everyone got to see that success through. It's a causal part of life, Henry knows this. The circle of life is no foreign concept to him. He's the son of a farmer, or he was, anyway...
Henry sinks in his seat a little further and, with a forced indifference that's painful, he says, "The farm... it's gone. Burnt to the ground, and..." He's not sure how to put the rest of it, swallowing down the tears that threaten to spring to his eyes. He lets the silence carry out its own meaning, and maybe they'll take the hint.
"Later, if you can send a few people my way... to help... that would be appreciated." He addresses this towards them both, because he's got no one else now.
HENRY
