[ Her mouth drops open, and there's a brief moment where she looks as if she might say something, but then the words are processed in her mind and she snaps shut, the click of her teeth obvious. It was on her tongue to tell him that she would have him for more than the night; for the morning, too, and the wee hours between, when the silence becomes too much and his comfort is all she might dare ask for.
It is too intimate a thing to demand, too dangerous to bear herself so. Words are honour, truth, words have meaning, and a vow, a confession such as this would lie too heavy on her own shoulders. It is too much to place upon his, as well, to know how dearly she sees him and how she longs for his company, the man who promises to defend her at rest and chase away her nightmares.
Truly, he is too kind; she fears what it might mean, should he come to collect on such kindness.
Eventually, she manages to nod, shifting her weight and adjusting, offering one gloved hand out to him. ]
I would. It would please me, to have your companionship once more.
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It is too intimate a thing to demand, too dangerous to bear herself so. Words are honour, truth, words have meaning, and a vow, a confession such as this would lie too heavy on her own shoulders. It is too much to place upon his, as well, to know how dearly she sees him and how she longs for his company, the man who promises to defend her at rest and chase away her nightmares.
Truly, he is too kind; she fears what it might mean, should he come to collect on such kindness.
Eventually, she manages to nod, shifting her weight and adjusting, offering one gloved hand out to him. ]
I would. It would please me, to have your companionship once more.