[ In the long, quiet moments that follow, Trahearne finds his gaze wandering out the window on the opposite side of the room. There's a dull ache in his chest, and it's not from the wound. The sylvari, ever a believer in fate, thinks it's no coincidence that there are eight others who shared this experience, as there are eight firstborn remaining on Tyria. He prays they are there to support one another, to be the wise leaders they're meant to be. He prays that the other eight that were there in the cave will come to support one another in much the same way, and become bright spots in Reverein.
...But where does that leave him?
Alone again, he thinks.
When Beatrix speaks up, breaking him from his thoughts, he slowly turns to her, and surprise spreads across his countenance as she continues. To him, her moment of openness, her heartfelt extension of a hand comes so out of the blue that he's almost at a loss for words. He's always found her hard to read, and he suspects it's for the very reasons he mentioned not moments ago, so to hear this from her is...well. It's extremely touching. Almost beyond words.
He only studies her when she finishes, not quite sure what to say in turn. At last, an easy smile crosses his face, and he bows his head. ]
...Thank you, Beatrix. It truly heartens me to hear that. [ Has anyone ever said anything like that to him? That they want him to find his own joys in life, outside of his duties and his destiny? No one, not even his commander. He thinks, if he were the sort, he might burst into tears at the suggestion. But luckily, he isn't, and he remains composed. ] I could say the very same to you. Should you ever need me, if there is anything I can ever do for you in turn, never hesitate to call on me. I will be there.
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...But where does that leave him?
Alone again, he thinks.
When Beatrix speaks up, breaking him from his thoughts, he slowly turns to her, and surprise spreads across his countenance as she continues. To him, her moment of openness, her heartfelt extension of a hand comes so out of the blue that he's almost at a loss for words. He's always found her hard to read, and he suspects it's for the very reasons he mentioned not moments ago, so to hear this from her is...well. It's extremely touching. Almost beyond words.
He only studies her when she finishes, not quite sure what to say in turn. At last, an easy smile crosses his face, and he bows his head. ]
...Thank you, Beatrix. It truly heartens me to hear that. [ Has anyone ever said anything like that to him? That they want him to find his own joys in life, outside of his duties and his destiny? No one, not even his commander. He thinks, if he were the sort, he might burst into tears at the suggestion. But luckily, he isn't, and he remains composed. ] I could say the very same to you. Should you ever need me, if there is anything I can ever do for you in turn, never hesitate to call on me. I will be there.