delphine
Delphine puffed her cheeks out, shrugging. "Not long, I don't think. Maybe the season."
His order made her blink, though she didn't seem afraid, or even curious, instead, she began to talk. "Uhm... Korbin, he's a raven." It was almost childish, the way she declared it. "I met him at a tavern... I was just exploring, but I was getting cold, and... he was being rude. He wouldn't let me by! So I sat down with him and we started to talk, uhm," she had to think back, as she had not thought of the man since the last time she had seen him.
"He was smelly, and really drunk, and sad. So I asked him if he would like to borrow my knife, but he said no... so I followed him to his room and cleaned his room because it was also smelly and sad." She shrugged, "Then I tried to give him a pastry, and see if he wanted to come by the house to warm up and clean up, 'cause rumors were that he'd lost his place at the tavern, and..." Her brows furrowed.
She'd not shown Noah the bruises; he'd been too busy to do much more than coming home and sleep these last few days. Slowly she rolled her sleeve up, to show Noah the darkening bruises, clearly a hand. "...so I asked if... he liked when I flinched when I was afraid of him. He answered... really, really fast." Her voice faltered, and she cleared her throat quietly.
"I... asked him if he was afraid of becoming abusive if that was why he refused help and... uhm, he thought he was already a lost cause." She'd been studying her hand, specifically the bruising on her wrist. Healing slowly.
She never saw reason to heal things that could heal themselves, without risk of infection. She doesn't address the fact she'd flinched, and had been afraid. She doesn't address the fact he had told her to leave. All of that is implied.
His order made her blink, though she didn't seem afraid, or even curious, instead, she began to talk. "Uhm... Korbin, he's a raven." It was almost childish, the way she declared it. "I met him at a tavern... I was just exploring, but I was getting cold, and... he was being rude. He wouldn't let me by! So I sat down with him and we started to talk, uhm," she had to think back, as she had not thought of the man since the last time she had seen him.
"He was smelly, and really drunk, and sad. So I asked him if he would like to borrow my knife, but he said no... so I followed him to his room and cleaned his room because it was also smelly and sad." She shrugged, "Then I tried to give him a pastry, and see if he wanted to come by the house to warm up and clean up, 'cause rumors were that he'd lost his place at the tavern, and..." Her brows furrowed.
She'd not shown Noah the bruises; he'd been too busy to do much more than coming home and sleep these last few days. Slowly she rolled her sleeve up, to show Noah the darkening bruises, clearly a hand. "...so I asked if... he liked when I flinched when I was afraid of him. He answered... really, really fast." Her voice faltered, and she cleared her throat quietly.
"I... asked him if he was afraid of becoming abusive if that was why he refused help and... uhm, he thought he was already a lost cause." She'd been studying her hand, specifically the bruising on her wrist. Healing slowly.
She never saw reason to heal things that could heal themselves, without risk of infection. She doesn't address the fact she'd flinched, and had been afraid. She doesn't address the fact he had told her to leave. All of that is implied.
