RORY
Rory still failed to see how he had complained, and the set of his brows said as much as he returned Maea's skeptical look. Snuffing out the candles wasn't a complaint, it was human frustration that he probably needed Gods in order to better himself and that they were very, very unlikely to come to him and help him. So.. frustration galore. No complaints. Complaining implied a sense of entitlement to Rory, and he knew—with every aching fiber of his body—that he was not entitled to an audience.But he didn't press it. He didn't want to argue semantics with Maea. Instead he absently twirled the thin stick between the pads of his fingers, and watched the slight girl. It was easy to see why someone would be annoyed by something as mundane as her not being able to keep pace, but Rory had worked enough with animals to know that they were not all made equal in that aspect. It seemed a dumb thing to get irritated by. "But that's hardly your fault," he said gently. She was a farm girl; Rory knew she had likely been worked from an early age. Her inability to put on muscle and grow bigger than she had had to have to do with something else.
Probably whatever that also caused her to be so paper-pale, though he really didn't know.
"So it looks," he agreed, oddly baffled and pleased by her smile even though it was obvious she was making up her mind on leaving him alone in the silent shrine. The look he gave her was both gentle and perplexed, then he just gave a small shrug. "You too. And that's fine. See you and Noah later, then." They'd settle eventual payment when he came over.
And that was that.
Rory was alone again.
as if you were on fire from within,
the moon lives in the lining of your skin.
the moon lives in the lining of your skin.
