Mateo
If it makes her feel better to imagine the man imprisoned somewhere in Stormbreak, Mateo will not be the one to break that illusion for her. (It's something he might have contentedly imagined, too, if he hadn't seen firsthand the blood on his father's fingers). "Sorry," he says softly, for making her jump, the botanist giving her hand a gentle squeeze before releasing her again, sitting back in his chair.
"You do not have to say anything," he assures her, his dimpled smile warm and gentle. "Consider it a sort of justice, if anything. No one will be hurt because of that man now - not you, nor anybody else." Still, he understands if she wants to call their dinner short on the heels of his revelation, Mateo sitting with his hands in his lap until her thanks rings through the air, rendering him both surprised and content.
"You are very welcome, Soh. Would you like to get something to eat? You must tell me about where you have been travelling."
"You do not have to say anything," he assures her, his dimpled smile warm and gentle. "Consider it a sort of justice, if anything. No one will be hurt because of that man now - not you, nor anybody else." Still, he understands if she wants to call their dinner short on the heels of his revelation, Mateo sitting with his hands in his lap until her thanks rings through the air, rendering him both surprised and content.
"You are very welcome, Soh. Would you like to get something to eat? You must tell me about where you have been travelling."
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
Can't even tell if this is a dream
