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[ 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.

[roseofmay]

[She's not said any of this to get something in return. Initial instinct tells her she said it to reassure him, but maybe she's reassuring herself as well. That she isn't as heartless as she seems to think she is or has been. That she isn't all ice and stone and unwelcoming things.

Maybe... a part of her is afraid of the people here viewing her in such a way. When she realises she doesn't have an explanation for that and considers further that she is probably not ready to start diving into any of it, it may be for the best to simply let it go. Not to overthink it the way she seems to overthink everything else.

Clearing her throat, she shakes her head.]

Yes, well. I appreciate it. But this is becoming awkward.

[So instead—

Beatrix lifts the last remaining pieces of fruit she's been holding onto.]

Show me where I can put these and then I am going to get out of your hair.

[...Not that she would say he really has hair. Whatever. She's already said it. She's already embarrassed herself plenty on this day. What's one more stupid thing coming out of her mouth.]

[pactmarshal]

[ The sentimentality of the moment passes when Beatrix clears her throat, and in a way, Trahearne is a little thankful for that. If this had continued any longer, he might have found himself wondering if he is really able to handle the intense, personal kindness the others have been showing him. He's realized that having to step back and evaluate his life here versus the one he had in Tyria is an experience he finds to be...uncomfortable.

But that doesn't happen. He smiles as she motions to the fruit, and he grabs a large wooden bowl in which he placed a few apples earlier and scoots it towards her. ]

The fruit should last me a while. I think you made the right choice.

[ He wants to thank her again, but he's probably said that enough by now. He makes no mention or reaction to mention of hair; he takes the metaphor in stride. ]

I hope the rest of your recovery goes smoothly and quickly.

DIS A WRAP WRAP, I THINK.

[roseofmay]

[She smiles. Light. Subdued. Nigh inconspicuous. There all the same.

Her posture stiffens, or perhaps it's never really loosened to begin with, and Beatrix dips her chin in a wordless acknowledgement, inwardly pleased he's found favour with what she's picked out for him. He wishes her well and she finds that she reflects the very same feelings toward him.

Beatrix falls into habits of old, bending at the waist in a polite bow before she raises again.]

Likewise, Trahearne. If you have need of anything, you know how to reach me. I can see myself out.