there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in
"It is worth a try," Henry clarifies, repeating Wessex's own words back to her. If the Old Gods think it is so black and white, then that is their own problem. Not his. He should still reserve the right to ask their guidance, at the very least; it is always their decision whether they want to give it, however. That, he is perhaps a touch nervous about now that Wessex has mentioned it, but deep down he's confident in the decisions he's made in regards to the Ascended.
Henry watches as Wessex seems to prepare herself to say what it is that's truly on her mind, as her hands fold and she stares downward. Even if it lasts for only a short moment, he can see that this is going to be something difficult for her to say. He tries to respond neutrally, though he can't help the furrow of his brows as her words are given and he feels as though he is suddenly floundering internally.
Stepping down.
What would she do? Where would she go? At this moment in time, even though LongNight is over, the Ascended still need her here, leading, planning actions, and so on and so forth. He wants to say this isn't fair, that it isn't right, but he allows Bastien to speak first, clamping his mouth shut over his tongue as his jaw rolls with the motion.
Henry takes a moment of consideration, and he finds value in Bastien's input. Her heart should be in it... and if it's not, it might impact her decision-making negatively, it might lower her own spirits to be kept in such a role that she no longer wishes to be in. In that, a domino effect would certainly happen, others would feel it too. Morale would take a dive. But why? Why now?
"Wessex," Henry leans forward in his seat, feeling anxious but trying his best to contain the way his leg jitters, "I can think of no one better than you for this job... you have experience, you've accomplished a great deal in your time as Queen - and before it. If you're overwhelmed, you have us to lean on... we're here to help you and the Grounds," he purses his lips, silences himself for a moment so as not to go on a tangent fueled by emotions. Then he asks what they must all be wondering, "Where is this coming from?" He looks at her with concern, a great deal of it.
Henry watches as Wessex seems to prepare herself to say what it is that's truly on her mind, as her hands fold and she stares downward. Even if it lasts for only a short moment, he can see that this is going to be something difficult for her to say. He tries to respond neutrally, though he can't help the furrow of his brows as her words are given and he feels as though he is suddenly floundering internally.
Stepping down.
What would she do? Where would she go? At this moment in time, even though LongNight is over, the Ascended still need her here, leading, planning actions, and so on and so forth. He wants to say this isn't fair, that it isn't right, but he allows Bastien to speak first, clamping his mouth shut over his tongue as his jaw rolls with the motion.
Henry takes a moment of consideration, and he finds value in Bastien's input. Her heart should be in it... and if it's not, it might impact her decision-making negatively, it might lower her own spirits to be kept in such a role that she no longer wishes to be in. In that, a domino effect would certainly happen, others would feel it too. Morale would take a dive. But why? Why now?
"Wessex," Henry leans forward in his seat, feeling anxious but trying his best to contain the way his leg jitters, "I can think of no one better than you for this job... you have experience, you've accomplished a great deal in your time as Queen - and before it. If you're overwhelmed, you have us to lean on... we're here to help you and the Grounds," he purses his lips, silences himself for a moment so as not to go on a tangent fueled by emotions. Then he asks what they must all be wondering, "Where is this coming from?" He looks at her with concern, a great deal of it.
HENRY
