REXANNA
“Oh.” She replies simply, because what else can she say to that? It’s nothing on him, because without him they’d just be that much more worse for wear. Something was certainly better than nothing, and something to distract and make the monsters think it may be real, is good enough for her. It might cause that split second of pause, enough for them to take control over. And so she nods to Loren, uncertain what to say really, so she opts for her mind. “Something is better than nothing.” She offers.
As he talks of figuring it out, getting a handle on it, she nods to that too, because it’s something she has to think about as well. And she aims to reach out to rest a hand along his shoulder gently. She wants to tell him there’s plenty more seasons to experience, creatures to learn about – but he seems dead set on the reminder that he might not make it. And with it, she tries to convey the fact that she’ll be there for him. That others will too.
He’s not alone.
Thankfully, the awkward conversation takes root, speaking of Frey and she watches in quiet amusement as he rests his chin on his knees, drawing them up to his chest. “Ooh, not good.” She admits, shivering despite not feeling any sort of chill in the air or really much of anything at all. “That’s one thing I don’t miss about being Abandoned only.” She gives him a slightly wry smile. “There’s some other perks though.” Drawing her own legs up beneath her, she crosses them to sit crisscross, focusing on him again with a tilt to her head, hand running through her dark hair.
“I haven’t even been to a Shrine for the old gods. I’m pretty sure they’ll smite me on the spot.” And hey, Loren was Abandoned and still got to experience that with Frey. Perhaps there’s hope after all.
As he talks of figuring it out, getting a handle on it, she nods to that too, because it’s something she has to think about as well. And she aims to reach out to rest a hand along his shoulder gently. She wants to tell him there’s plenty more seasons to experience, creatures to learn about – but he seems dead set on the reminder that he might not make it. And with it, she tries to convey the fact that she’ll be there for him. That others will too.
He’s not alone.
Thankfully, the awkward conversation takes root, speaking of Frey and she watches in quiet amusement as he rests his chin on his knees, drawing them up to his chest. “Ooh, not good.” She admits, shivering despite not feeling any sort of chill in the air or really much of anything at all. “That’s one thing I don’t miss about being Abandoned only.” She gives him a slightly wry smile. “There’s some other perks though.” Drawing her own legs up beneath her, she crosses them to sit crisscross, focusing on him again with a tilt to her head, hand running through her dark hair.
“I haven’t even been to a Shrine for the old gods. I’m pretty sure they’ll smite me on the spot.” And hey, Loren was Abandoned and still got to experience that with Frey. Perhaps there’s hope after all.
LOREN
