EVIE
It’s an embarrassingly successful bait-and-switch, the towel relinquished in favor of the warm mug and its steaming, enticing contents. Evie has always suffered with idle hands. The tea is too fresh to drink without scalding herself, but her fingertips tap a mindless rhythm as her skin warms up. His laughter only encourages the stretch of her smile, which she hides by huffing on the tea to try and cool it down faster.
From the rim she watches as the line of his shoulders slowly relaxes, and his gratitude for her safety fills her with warmth the hot water can’t compare to. His companionship alone has convinced her she made the right choice leaving the Wilds - and then the Grounds. After so long being the only person caring for and about herself, it’s a breath of fresh air. “I even told him at the start not to go too far because I couldn’t heal stupidity from a distance, but it made no difference,” she laughs, somewhat aggrieved but only mildly so. Darkeye had lived, and that was what mattered.
Her laughter is smothered by a too-early sip that scalds her tongue, making her wince and retreat from the mug with a pinched expression. It smooths back into laughter easily, not smooth enough to consider winking but tipping her cup at him in playful salute instead. “I still have plenty of secrets for you to learn General.” Leaning her back against the counter, she crosses her legs at the ankles, comfortable and at ease in his space. “I still don’t know how I did it, but I doubt I can top it with anything cooler for as long as I live.” Though with Caido’s odds, maybe she shouldn’t tempt fate by saying that.
From the rim she watches as the line of his shoulders slowly relaxes, and his gratitude for her safety fills her with warmth the hot water can’t compare to. His companionship alone has convinced her she made the right choice leaving the Wilds - and then the Grounds. After so long being the only person caring for and about herself, it’s a breath of fresh air. “I even told him at the start not to go too far because I couldn’t heal stupidity from a distance, but it made no difference,” she laughs, somewhat aggrieved but only mildly so. Darkeye had lived, and that was what mattered.
Her laughter is smothered by a too-early sip that scalds her tongue, making her wince and retreat from the mug with a pinched expression. It smooths back into laughter easily, not smooth enough to consider winking but tipping her cup at him in playful salute instead. “I still have plenty of secrets for you to learn General.” Leaning her back against the counter, she crosses her legs at the ankles, comfortable and at ease in his space. “I still don’t know how I did it, but I doubt I can top it with anything cooler for as long as I live.” Though with Caido’s odds, maybe she shouldn’t tempt fate by saying that.
Don't look up, just let them think
There's no place else you'd rather be
There's no place else you'd rather be
