sacrifice what you are for what you can become
Henry falters a bit, and suddenly feels ashamed for having put things in a way that would have her question it. "No, no," he says quickly. Sighing, he decides to be a bit more open with Wessex, "Truth be told, I've been... in a bit of a funk for a long time... You sending me to Torchline is exactly the kind of thing I've been waiting for. But now that it has, with everything going on- it just doesn't feel right to leave the Grounds now. Leaving you all to the monsters..." There's a furrow of his brow, because he's nervous about how she'll take that, worried she'll feel as if he's saying they're not capable of handling it. But it's out in the open now and there's no taking it back.
The board's propped up long enough for her to retrieve a hidden object beneath it. Of course it's a book and he shouldn't be so surprised but he is, nonetheless. His own expression lifts in intrigue, and with no further impression that she's going to continue searching the secret hiding place, he lets the board slip from his fingers.
"What is it?" He asks quietly, inclining his head to try and get a better look.
The board's propped up long enough for her to retrieve a hidden object beneath it. Of course it's a book and he shouldn't be so surprised but he is, nonetheless. His own expression lifts in intrigue, and with no further impression that she's going to continue searching the secret hiding place, he lets the board slip from his fingers.
"What is it?" He asks quietly, inclining his head to try and get a better look.
HENRY
