[ The more they share with each other, the more he thinks he sees parallel paths. The privileged life (or at least, he thinks it must have been) he'd led when his life had still been his own, the abrupt change that the Szarr Palace had posed. The way the years slipped away.
Granted, it's a river that's mostly run one way — she's been more willing to share, more willing to trust him. Some part of him burns, at that; she shouldn't be. She should be more careful with her secrets, more careful with her heart. What good has trust and innocence ever won anyone? The question weighs more visibly on him than he thinks — a certain bowstring-straightness to his back as he hesitates, contemplating the piles of bedding they've gathered. ]
Even a day feels like an eternity, when the circumstances of it are out of your control.
[ His fingers brush her gloved ones as he takes the edge of one of the sheets from her, the touch careful and deliberate. As close as he's come to a comforting gesture, here.
Gently: ] What was your life like, before? Before the forest.
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Granted, it's a river that's mostly run one way — she's been more willing to share, more willing to trust him. Some part of him burns, at that; she shouldn't be. She should be more careful with her secrets, more careful with her heart. What good has trust and innocence ever won anyone? The question weighs more visibly on him than he thinks — a certain bowstring-straightness to his back as he hesitates, contemplating the piles of bedding they've gathered. ]
Even a day feels like an eternity, when the circumstances of it are out of your control.
[ His fingers brush her gloved ones as he takes the edge of one of the sheets from her, the touch careful and deliberate. As close as he's come to a comforting gesture, here.
Gently: ] What was your life like, before? Before the forest.