Ophelia
Ophelia hums pleasantly, and moves a little closer, though Nikolai's body language keeps them from coming too close. They are quite adept at reading others, and won't encroach on territory they are not welcome to. "Would you read some for me maybe?" No harm in asking, even if the answer turns out to be a rejection of the idea. At least then they would not be distracting him with conversation, and he could read while satisfying Ophelia's curiosity at the same time.
Whatever they have said to make him pull away, Ophelia can't discern, but rejection slides off their back like water off a duck's feathers. "Yes, quite recently. Only a season. Yourself?" Their head tilts in a birdlike manner, curious and sincere, ghostly pale blue eyes large in their delicate face even as a warm smile brightens their countenance.
Whatever they have said to make him pull away, Ophelia can't discern, but rejection slides off their back like water off a duck's feathers. "Yes, quite recently. Only a season. Yourself?" Their head tilts in a birdlike manner, curious and sincere, ghostly pale blue eyes large in their delicate face even as a warm smile brightens their countenance.
it's peaceful in the deep, either way you cannot breathe
no need to pray - no need to speak
no need to pray - no need to speak
