Try a Little Tenderness

ALISTAIR Alistair followed Rexanna as she stepped away, taking a seat at first as she assumed his intentions. Part of him wanted to tell her she was right, part of him didn't want to say anything at all. Say too much you leave yourself vulnerable, say too little you risk shutting people out. For now he opted for amused silence until she spoke of having something to show him. As she moved her shirt to the side, Alistair thought perhaps things would be taking a similar tone as before, and he briefly sobered up as he moved to ease her from removing her shirt...only to find she actually did want to show him something. Curiously he squinted, fingers reaching out to touch and caress where the brand had been. "How did you..." Then as if by answering his own question, Alistair looked into Rex's sapphire gaze. He took a deep breath and arched a brow. Recalling how she spoke of calling upon the god that wronged her friend. "What did it cost you to lose this?" He asked, his voice sobering for a moment, spoken softly as he continued to rub the spot where the brand had been, gently. "Was it worth it? The price?" That's what mattered. It wasn't the what had to be done, but the end that justified the means that really mattered. As far as he saw it that is. "Are you happy?" The question seemed simple enough, though he wasn't sure how often she was ever really asked such a simple and genuine question. It was ultimately what made the price worth it in the end wasn't It?