Elide
He appears to like the material of the coat, pressing his fingers against the thick fur, and she's glad for that. At his thanks, she merely nods once. He'll understand why she's given him these things... momentarily. For now, though, she doesn't intend on ripping that bandage off yet.
She watches his face, scans it for his reactions. The scar along his cheek and lip pulls and twists with each of his minute movements, telling her that he's processing this information. She wonders if he's figuring out why she's here. It's certainly not to say goodbye. She has no intention of telling anyone that. Although the concern in his eyes ripples through her cool exterior, rather unexpectedly.
"I don't know, truthfully. Not even Wessex was able to answer me that and, if anyone, she would know. But I have reason to believe that the Voice will be.. 'dropping' me into the Grounds. It's certainly not beyond her abilities. Wessex tells me they have a plan for this, but it doesn't seem foolproof," she explains. The tense edge in her tone is gone and her voice is growing softer. She meets his gaze and admits quietly, "I have my doubts, Glas, I don't know how things will end."
Straightening, she goes on, "If I'm not to return after LongNight, you are free to make use of my study for... whatever you need. I fear you are one of the only people who might." She smiles, though there is no heart in it.
She watches his face, scans it for his reactions. The scar along his cheek and lip pulls and twists with each of his minute movements, telling her that he's processing this information. She wonders if he's figuring out why she's here. It's certainly not to say goodbye. She has no intention of telling anyone that. Although the concern in his eyes ripples through her cool exterior, rather unexpectedly.
"I don't know, truthfully. Not even Wessex was able to answer me that and, if anyone, she would know. But I have reason to believe that the Voice will be.. 'dropping' me into the Grounds. It's certainly not beyond her abilities. Wessex tells me they have a plan for this, but it doesn't seem foolproof," she explains. The tense edge in her tone is gone and her voice is growing softer. She meets his gaze and admits quietly, "I have my doubts, Glas, I don't know how things will end."
Straightening, she goes on, "If I'm not to return after LongNight, you are free to make use of my study for... whatever you need. I fear you are one of the only people who might." She smiles, though there is no heart in it.
never before had the song of war
been the song of hope ascending
been the song of hope ascending
