REXANNA
She nods to him when he apologizes about asking about the room, and she snorts in response. “It’s fine.” Because it is fine, she doesn’t particularly care if he’s forgotten what they’ve talked about. He’s endured quite a bit today, and if her memories from being in the same position are any consolation, she knows it takes a lot out of you. And she needs to ensure he gets home and eats something to regen what he’s lost, even if she hadn’t taken much.
But she looks ahead when the conversation shifts, and listens as he mentions that the Voice might not want to respond to the accusations, and she nods in agreement. “It’s different from just simple speculation. It’s… Argumentative. I don’t blame her.” She says lightly, brows furrowing as she considers it all. “She’s been locked up for a very long time, through generations of people. Perhaps that’s why we don’t age.” She hums thoughtfully, getting off track, before she focuses on him again with a light smile.
He tells her nobody will intervene at the wedding, and she nods, uncertain where in her life she deserved to have such wonderful people as her friends… But she’s thankful for it. “Thank you, Loren.” She tells him honestly, earnestly. It means the world to her, and she hopes it conveys through the simple words she’s given him. “I think we’re just basically ready for the day. I’ve made Bastien’s ring already… I hope he likes it.” Her shoulders rise and fall in a small shrug before she looks back over to him as she tells him she’s there to talk and listen too.
Or hell, even a shoulder to cry on should he need it.
“You’re welcome.” She tells him simply, matter of factly, with a smile on her face. “I don’t need to sleep, technically, either. So if you wanted to drone on for hours I’m willing to.” She tries to lighten the mood with a joke, uncertain if it falls flat or not.
But she looks ahead when the conversation shifts, and listens as he mentions that the Voice might not want to respond to the accusations, and she nods in agreement. “It’s different from just simple speculation. It’s… Argumentative. I don’t blame her.” She says lightly, brows furrowing as she considers it all. “She’s been locked up for a very long time, through generations of people. Perhaps that’s why we don’t age.” She hums thoughtfully, getting off track, before she focuses on him again with a light smile.
He tells her nobody will intervene at the wedding, and she nods, uncertain where in her life she deserved to have such wonderful people as her friends… But she’s thankful for it. “Thank you, Loren.” She tells him honestly, earnestly. It means the world to her, and she hopes it conveys through the simple words she’s given him. “I think we’re just basically ready for the day. I’ve made Bastien’s ring already… I hope he likes it.” Her shoulders rise and fall in a small shrug before she looks back over to him as she tells him she’s there to talk and listen too.
Or hell, even a shoulder to cry on should he need it.
“You’re welcome.” She tells him simply, matter of factly, with a smile on her face. “I don’t need to sleep, technically, either. So if you wanted to drone on for hours I’m willing to.” She tries to lighten the mood with a joke, uncertain if it falls flat or not.
until the lambs
have become
lions
