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pactmarshal) wrote2022-03-07 03:53 pm
pactmarshal) wrote2022-03-07 03:53 pm
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[ It's not for a few days after the harrowing encounter with Eustace's noctaere form that Ori starts to go out and about again. Exhaustion aside, it takes time for her to be able to still herself to truly rest after all that they were made to see and hear and experience... Eustace and Tifa's pain, the nightmarish atmosphere of everything, that lingering feeling that she could have done better, done more to keep everyone from getting hurt the way they did...
And that includes Trahearne.
He is one of the first she seeks out once she's able (and once Diluc has deemed that she has, indeed, gotten enough rest), and as such she finds herself at the door to his treehouse, quietly knocking on the door with a basket full of healing potions hanging on her other arm. ]
Trahearne...? It's Oriphi... Are you home?
And that includes Trahearne.
He is one of the first she seeks out once she's able (and once Diluc has deemed that she has, indeed, gotten enough rest), and as such she finds herself at the door to his treehouse, quietly knocking on the door with a basket full of healing potions hanging on her other arm. ]
Trahearne...? It's Oriphi... Are you home?
[ In true sylvari fashion, the door to Trahearne's house is not locked. Nor is it really closed all the way (please excuse him, he has never lived in a house before). The gentle force from Ori's knocking causes it to swing open slightly, offering a tiny glimpse inside the darkened ground floor inside the tree.
It isn't Trahearne who greets her first, though. The door scoots open wider a touch, and Seisyll trots through the gap, weaving between her legs and offering a loud meow as a way of saying hello.
She doesn't wait for Ori to respond; she quickly darts back inside, pushing the door fully open as she does, revealing that Trahearne is on his way down the stairs at the far end of the room. He stops his descent when he sees her. ]
Hello, Ori. [ He smiles, and Seisyll launches herself up the stairs and into his arms. Despite the smile and the cat, he seems...exhausted. ] How are you?
It isn't Trahearne who greets her first, though. The door scoots open wider a touch, and Seisyll trots through the gap, weaving between her legs and offering a loud meow as a way of saying hello.
She doesn't wait for Ori to respond; she quickly darts back inside, pushing the door fully open as she does, revealing that Trahearne is on his way down the stairs at the far end of the room. He stops his descent when he sees her. ]
Hello, Ori. [ He smiles, and Seisyll launches herself up the stairs and into his arms. Despite the smile and the cat, he seems...exhausted. ] How are you?
[ Ori isn't prepared for a cat to greet her at all, as she doesn't know that Trahearne has begun to keep a pet! Seisyll's greeting startles a gasp out of her, but it soon gives way to a cooing aww as she looks down at the cat meowing at her. ]
Oh...! Hello, kitty!
[ She would like, very much, to pet this cat, but she darts away shortly, leaving Ori at the now-open doorway to look up and find the very tired-looking Trahearne inside. He certainly looks as tired as she still feels. Days of rest as enforced by Diluc have helped, but... ]
Ah. I'm... Hm, alright, all things considered. [ She holds up the basket on her arm. ] I wanted to check on you and give you some potions... [ And apologize about the telepathy. ] May I come in...?
Oh...! Hello, kitty!
[ She would like, very much, to pet this cat, but she darts away shortly, leaving Ori at the now-open doorway to look up and find the very tired-looking Trahearne inside. He certainly looks as tired as she still feels. Days of rest as enforced by Diluc have helped, but... ]
Ah. I'm... Hm, alright, all things considered. [ She holds up the basket on her arm. ] I wanted to check on you and give you some potions... [ And apologize about the telepathy. ] May I come in...?
Of course. I'm glad to have your company.
[ His wounds have been healing relatively quickly, and he'd been thinking about going out and about to do the very same that Ori is doing to him once he's well enough to do so. He's just surprised she's here already, considering the damage she took.
He makes his way down the steps as Seisyll wriggles in his arms, eventually breaking free to make herself comfortable across his shoulders. He doesn't mind at all--it seems he's had the cat for a while. ]
I don't have much in the way for guests, unfortunately. But make yourself comfortable.
[ Trahearne's house is...sparse. There's a small table with two chairs by the window, and on the opposite side of the room is a strip of counter against the wall. Ostensibly, meant to be a kitchen of sorts, but it seems to be more of a storage space for...books.
He gestures to the table as he moves towards the counter. ]
[ His wounds have been healing relatively quickly, and he'd been thinking about going out and about to do the very same that Ori is doing to him once he's well enough to do so. He's just surprised she's here already, considering the damage she took.
He makes his way down the steps as Seisyll wriggles in his arms, eventually breaking free to make herself comfortable across his shoulders. He doesn't mind at all--it seems he's had the cat for a while. ]
I don't have much in the way for guests, unfortunately. But make yourself comfortable.
[ Trahearne's house is...sparse. There's a small table with two chairs by the window, and on the opposite side of the room is a strip of counter against the wall. Ostensibly, meant to be a kitchen of sorts, but it seems to be more of a storage space for...books.
He gestures to the table as he moves towards the counter. ]
[ His cautious invitation is appreciated, but ultimately anticipated, and she can't help the small, playful smile on her face. ]
I know, but I don't mind.
[ After all, she spent a lot of time sitting in one of those two (2) chairs while she was keeping watch over his sleeping form not all too long ago.
But she moves over to said table, carefully setting her basket down onto the floor before pulling out a few potion bottles to place on top of the table. ]
Maybe we should get some more... softer surfaces for your little friend, though.
I know, but I don't mind.
[ After all, she spent a lot of time sitting in one of those two (2) chairs while she was keeping watch over his sleeping form not all too long ago.
But she moves over to said table, carefully setting her basket down onto the floor before pulling out a few potion bottles to place on top of the table. ]
Maybe we should get some more... softer surfaces for your little friend, though.
[ He has a third chair!! Upstairs by the hammock!
There's a little smile on his face when she mentions that. He retrieves a small box from the counter and angles his head to look at his cat. ]
I think she's fine. She often sleeps on me or my plants.
[ The statement is met with a thwack to the face with her tail, and he brushes it away with a stern, "Stop that."
He strides over to the table and places the box alongside the potions, opening it to reveal a varied assortment of cookies. Most likely from the Wild Harvest.
Curiously, he eyes the potions. ]
What are these?
There's a little smile on his face when she mentions that. He retrieves a small box from the counter and angles his head to look at his cat. ]
I think she's fine. She often sleeps on me or my plants.
[ The statement is met with a thwack to the face with her tail, and he brushes it away with a stern, "Stop that."
He strides over to the table and places the box alongside the potions, opening it to reveal a varied assortment of cookies. Most likely from the Wild Harvest.
Curiously, he eyes the potions. ]
What are these?
[ Her smile only broadens as Trahearne's face meets cat's tail. It's nice to see him with an animal companion - it means he's not alone when he's at home, and perhaps the cat gives him a reason not to spend most or all of his time at the Archives...
With undisguised interest, she looks over at the box of cookies and recognizes it immediately as an offering from the Wild Harvest - and particularly, of Susato's making. She almost forgets to answer his question, for a moment. ]
Oh! Um, these are healing potions. I know it's been a number of days already, but... I wanted to offer, in case there are any lingering injuries... These should help. Otherwise, they're for you to hold onto.
[ Just in case, although she leaves that part unsaid. ]
With undisguised interest, she looks over at the box of cookies and recognizes it immediately as an offering from the Wild Harvest - and particularly, of Susato's making. She almost forgets to answer his question, for a moment. ]
Oh! Um, these are healing potions. I know it's been a number of days already, but... I wanted to offer, in case there are any lingering injuries... These should help. Otherwise, they're for you to hold onto.
[ Just in case, although she leaves that part unsaid. ]
[ Unfortunately, the presence of a critter has not cut down on Trahearne's Archive time.
Trahearne takes his seat opposite Ori, his eyes settled on the potions. Seisyll hops down from her perch and comes to stand on the table, sniffing the bottles curiously. He runs a hand through the thin leaves that make up her fur and nods. ]
Thank you, Ori. My wounds are still healing, so this is greatly appreciated.
[ He really isn't in much of a state to be up and about, which makes him a little dubious of her condition. He directs his attention up at her, brow raised slightly. ] Should you be here, carrying these around? Your injuries seemed quite serious.
Trahearne takes his seat opposite Ori, his eyes settled on the potions. Seisyll hops down from her perch and comes to stand on the table, sniffing the bottles curiously. He runs a hand through the thin leaves that make up her fur and nods. ]
Thank you, Ori. My wounds are still healing, so this is greatly appreciated.
[ He really isn't in much of a state to be up and about, which makes him a little dubious of her condition. He directs his attention up at her, brow raised slightly. ] Should you be here, carrying these around? Your injuries seemed quite serious.
[ She can't help but watch the cat attentively as she sniffs at the bottles, knowing full well the feline propensity to... knock various things off of various surfaces... ]
—They are?
[ She sounds almost excited - or as excited as she can sound when she's also exhausted - to hear this. Because it means that she can help. That she can be of use— ]
In that case, since I'm already here, I can cast healing magic on you. That way you can save these potions.
[ —and naturally, as such, she has ignored his question and comment about her own condition entirely. ]
—They are?
[ She sounds almost excited - or as excited as she can sound when she's also exhausted - to hear this. Because it means that she can help. That she can be of use— ]
In that case, since I'm already here, I can cast healing magic on you. That way you can save these potions.
[ —and naturally, as such, she has ignored his question and comment about her own condition entirely. ]
[ He catches that immediately, and he frowns. ]
Ori. [ He says sternly, a tone he would have used with his own mentee when she was a sapling, when she would get ahead of herself. He fixes his gaze on her, hoping to get her eye contact. ] I'm asking about you.
[ Seisyll, deciding she's not particularly interested in the bottles, turns her attention to sniff at the cookies. Trahearne doesn't even look away from Ori as he plucks Seisyll from the table, and forcibly holds her in his lap. She squirms for a bit before giving up. ]
You were severely hurt in the fight. Are you sure you should be up and about?
Ori. [ He says sternly, a tone he would have used with his own mentee when she was a sapling, when she would get ahead of herself. He fixes his gaze on her, hoping to get her eye contact. ] I'm asking about you.
[ Seisyll, deciding she's not particularly interested in the bottles, turns her attention to sniff at the cookies. Trahearne doesn't even look away from Ori as he plucks Seisyll from the table, and forcibly holds her in his lap. She squirms for a bit before giving up. ]
You were severely hurt in the fight. Are you sure you should be up and about?
[ Ah. She has heard this tone of voice before. It’s not too unlike the many conversations she’s had with Dae and Cibark. It makes her pause in the middle of rising from her seat as she simply stares wide-eyed at him for a moment before sitting back down. ]
… Yes?
[ What else would she do, rest some more? ]
… Yes?
[ What else would she do, rest some more? ]
[ He gives her a look. A dubious one. ]
You mean to tell me your wounds have closed already?
[ He feels like he has to ask about six more times before he believes her. ]
You mean to tell me your wounds have closed already?
[ He feels like he has to ask about six more times before he believes her. ]
[ Predictably, she withers under that look, as she is ever so easily swayed by the fact that she’s bad at lying or hiding her feelings. ]
I mean, not entirely, but they’re most of the way there. That’s what the healing magic is for.
[ That much is true, plain and simple. However, it says nothing of the fatigue she feels from the emotional toll that evening took, and much less about the exhaustion she feels from being drained of her dreamotion energy. ]
I mean, not entirely, but they’re most of the way there. That’s what the healing magic is for.
[ That much is true, plain and simple. However, it says nothing of the fatigue she feels from the emotional toll that evening took, and much less about the exhaustion she feels from being drained of her dreamotion energy. ]
I hope you have not been over-relying on healing magic. It is not a supplement for true rest.
[ Because Pale Tree knows they all need it. ]
And I trust Diluc has been ensuring you get just that at home, yes?
[ It isn't like he knows Diluc particularly well, but if Ori tries to skirt around this, he might ask him to keep a closer eye on her. As far as he's concerned, it takes a village to make sure Ori isn't pushing herself. ]
[ Because Pale Tree knows they all need it. ]
And I trust Diluc has been ensuring you get just that at home, yes?
[ It isn't like he knows Diluc particularly well, but if Ori tries to skirt around this, he might ask him to keep a closer eye on her. As far as he's concerned, it takes a village to make sure Ori isn't pushing herself. ]
Edited (IT'S (NOT SUPPOSED TO BE) CORN) 2022-09-09 23:04 (UTC)
Of course…
[ Well. She’s tried to get by on her healing spells. But the truth is that they do nothing for the fatigue left by her overtaxing her dreamotion abilities.
Still, she gives him a reassuring smile when he mentions Diluc. ]
He’s been taking good care of me, I promise. He’s… [ She hesitates. It’s really not her place to tell others about Diluc’s own experience with nightmare energy and nearly turning noctaere. ] He knows how much of a toll interacting with nightmare energy can take.
Anyway, I did want to talk to you about what happened that night…
[ Well. She’s tried to get by on her healing spells. But the truth is that they do nothing for the fatigue left by her overtaxing her dreamotion abilities.
Still, she gives him a reassuring smile when he mentions Diluc. ]
He’s been taking good care of me, I promise. He’s… [ She hesitates. It’s really not her place to tell others about Diluc’s own experience with nightmare energy and nearly turning noctaere. ] He knows how much of a toll interacting with nightmare energy can take.
Anyway, I did want to talk to you about what happened that night…
[ Trahearne doesn't pry any further. But he is satisfied to know that Diluc is doing his part to ensure her recovery. He gives a pleased nod as he reaches for a cookie.
With one less arm keeping her down, Seisyll leaps up onto the table again, and this time picks her way across the bottles and past the cookie box to come sniff Ori. She shoves her nose right in her face. ]
Of course. [ He doesn't quite get to bite into his cookie when she brings it up, and he turns his full attention to her. ] It was terrible for all of us, I imagine. What did you want to talk about?
[ He thinks this is going to be about her. lol. lmao. ]
With one less arm keeping her down, Seisyll leaps up onto the table again, and this time picks her way across the bottles and past the cookie box to come sniff Ori. She shoves her nose right in her face. ]
Of course. [ He doesn't quite get to bite into his cookie when she brings it up, and he turns his full attention to her. ] It was terrible for all of us, I imagine. What did you want to talk about?
[ He thinks this is going to be about her. lol. lmao. ]
[This has been grossly overdue. Beatrix has largely kept to herself for a multitude of reasons, but even that, she knows, isn't a good excuse. There are things that have to come before her and she has to be able to separate her own feelings from the situation.
Sometimes that means doing incredibly difficult things. It's not very like her to reach out to other people and maybe the days growing have just made her feel continuously less like herself. Not quite diminished, but a flame that once was very brightly stoked has died down considerably.
She withers.]
Trahearne,
I wanted to see how you have been faring.
I am sure Oriphi has already come to see you, but considering the circumstances for us all, there is more strength in unity.
With Regards,
Beatrix
Sometimes that means doing incredibly difficult things. It's not very like her to reach out to other people and maybe the days growing have just made her feel continuously less like herself. Not quite diminished, but a flame that once was very brightly stoked has died down considerably.
She withers.]
Trahearne,
I wanted to see how you have been faring.
I am sure Oriphi has already come to see you, but considering the circumstances for us all, there is more strength in unity.
With Regards,
Beatrix
[ She'll be sure to indulge in cookies later, but for now she wants to say a number of things and the topic simply isn't conducive to cookie-eating, lest she touch on something potentially sensitive with a mouthful of crumbs. ]
I'm— Oh!
[ And there goes Seisyll, nose pressed up against Ori's face. ]
You're a sweetheart, but I'm talking to your dad right now about something important...
[ She loves cat, but she doesn't to be too distracted by cat, so she carefully picks Seisyll up from off the table tries to get her to settle into her lap. ]
Anyway, um... I wanted to apologize... For a lot of things, but firstly for using telepathy on you without your consent. I normally try to avoid doing that, but at the time Eustace was so subdued, and I was afraid of disrupting that... But I noticed that you reacted strongly to it...
I'm— Oh!
[ And there goes Seisyll, nose pressed up against Ori's face. ]
You're a sweetheart, but I'm talking to your dad right now about something important...
[ She loves cat, but she doesn't to be too distracted by cat, so she carefully picks Seisyll up from off the table tries to get her to settle into her lap. ]
Anyway, um... I wanted to apologize... For a lot of things, but firstly for using telepathy on you without your consent. I normally try to avoid doing that, but at the time Eustace was so subdued, and I was afraid of disrupting that... But I noticed that you reacted strongly to it...
[ A sensation has been burrowing it’s way into her body since leaving Oriphi’s quaint home after the disaster. It feels like an absence of homesickness— perhaps it’d best be described as loneliness, in truth. It is an all-consuming fear of being the odd guy out. What a foolish notion that is, she knows. Still, the moment it strikes her, after a few days of tending to her battle wounds, she knows she has to get out there. So, Aerith gathers herself up, makes sure she looks presentable, and dashes out the door to find people. She knows who she wants to visit, and isn’t very picky about the order she does it in. She does, however, make a stop to pick apples before inviting herself over.
When Aerith finds Trahearne, she’s wearing her pink dress. The outfit from before is shot, dirtied with muck and blood. She’s made the fabric into ribbons for her hair now. On her face is a smile, bright and sweet as always, and on her elbow is the wicker loop of a picnic basket. With one fluid movement, she stands on the tips of her toes to hold it out for him to take, right in front of his face, with no warning. ]
Go on. Take it. It’s for you.
[ It’s more apples than he’ll need, but a gift, all the same. ]
When Aerith finds Trahearne, she’s wearing her pink dress. The outfit from before is shot, dirtied with muck and blood. She’s made the fabric into ribbons for her hair now. On her face is a smile, bright and sweet as always, and on her elbow is the wicker loop of a picnic basket. With one fluid movement, she stands on the tips of her toes to hold it out for him to take, right in front of his face, with no warning. ]
Go on. Take it. It’s for you.
[ It’s more apples than he’ll need, but a gift, all the same. ]
[ Seisyll allows herself to be picked up, falling limp in Ori's hands (or is it a cheeky form of protest?). She squirms a bit in the tiefling's lap, but soon picks a rather...odd position, where she's splayed out, belly exposed.
Trahearne watches Ori handle her with little concern--he trusts her, of course--and patiently waits for her to broach the subject.
And when she does, his expression drops almost immediately.
Flashbacks of that moment, the panic and terror and belated horror that he could not tell apart Ori's voice from Mordremoth's, fill his head, and he visibly tenses. He stares down at the cookie in his hand, no longer interested in snacking on it. After a quiet moment, he places the cookie back in the box.
When he looks up at her, his eyes are pained. He wants to say something to her, but it takes a moment for him to speak up. And when he does, his voice is hushed, stern, afraid. ]
Do not ever communicate with me in that manner again. I understand our situation was...unusual, and that you had an important message for us. But I am terrified to think of what I would have done had I not realised it was you speaking to me and not the dragon.
[ The dragon. The voice from his dream all those months ago. ]
Trahearne watches Ori handle her with little concern--he trusts her, of course--and patiently waits for her to broach the subject.
And when she does, his expression drops almost immediately.
Flashbacks of that moment, the panic and terror and belated horror that he could not tell apart Ori's voice from Mordremoth's, fill his head, and he visibly tenses. He stares down at the cookie in his hand, no longer interested in snacking on it. After a quiet moment, he places the cookie back in the box.
When he looks up at her, his eyes are pained. He wants to say something to her, but it takes a moment for him to speak up. And when he does, his voice is hushed, stern, afraid. ]
Do not ever communicate with me in that manner again. I understand our situation was...unusual, and that you had an important message for us. But I am terrified to think of what I would have done had I not realised it was you speaking to me and not the dragon.
[ The dragon. The voice from his dream all those months ago. ]
[ Early September still sees Trahearne recovering, hours listlessly lying in his hammock wishing for mundane dreams that will allow him a full nights' rest. Hours where he lies there, debating with himself whether he should call sleep a wash and crack open one of his many books. Flipping back through the journals and reading and analyzing every single word and curve of everyone's handwriting until he runs out of things to read. To think about.
So when he sees a new message, one specifically meant for him, he brightens a little. Even if the context and meaning behind the message isn't exactly the most joyous. ]
Beatrix,
I'm delighted to hear from you. Ori has come to see me, yes - she provided me with some potions, and we talked through a few things from the night of the incident. I'm still healing, in multiple senses, but I hope to be up and about in a few days' time.
How are you doing? The fight was not easy for any of us, but I hope your recovery has been smooth.
- Trahearne.
So when he sees a new message, one specifically meant for him, he brightens a little. Even if the context and meaning behind the message isn't exactly the most joyous. ]
Beatrix,
I'm delighted to hear from you. Ori has come to see me, yes - she provided me with some potions, and we talked through a few things from the night of the incident. I'm still healing, in multiple senses, but I hope to be up and about in a few days' time.
How are you doing? The fight was not easy for any of us, but I hope your recovery has been smooth.
- Trahearne.
[To date, all things considered, Trahearne's response is probably Beatrix's favourite. There's no talk about her dream. There's no talk that has anything to do with her and that is... nice. Ironic, that. She still prefers it when she has as little attention as possible, evidently.
Her recovery? She can talk about that. Dismissively, as she is wont to do.]
She brought me some, as well. I was fairly certain she was delivering those to everyone involved. I am glad that she had you to speak with on it.
[Because, as per the usual, Beatrix was disinclined to discuss any of it with her. At least, not in the way Ori needed.]
I am doing fine. Thank you for inquiring.
Since it sounds as though you are still healing, if there is anything you have need of, I would not mind retrieving for you.
Her recovery? She can talk about that. Dismissively, as she is wont to do.]
She brought me some, as well. I was fairly certain she was delivering those to everyone involved. I am glad that she had you to speak with on it.
[Because, as per the usual, Beatrix was disinclined to discuss any of it with her. At least, not in the way Ori needed.]
I am doing fine. Thank you for inquiring.
Since it sounds as though you are still healing, if there is anything you have need of, I would not mind retrieving for you.
[ It's the first day Trahearne has deemed himself healed enough to leave his house and busy himself. He has quite the collection of books at home, yes, but with the lack of sleep and dreams that seem to insist he stay awake, the number of new words runs out quickly. He needs something else to do. Something else to occupy his mind.
Trahearne is slowly walking his route between the archive building and his home; his eyes are cast absently on the ground, idle thoughts about document organization and other decidedly work-related things roaming through his mind, none sticking. They go in circles, the same phrases and ideas repeating themselves.
And so he's shocked when he finds a hand and a basket suddenly in his face, and it takes him a second slower than normal to react. With a yelp of surprise he jumps, eyes darting up from the ground to take in the dress and the basket and finally, the face. ]
For-- Why?
[ He's tired. Even though his complexion is anything but human, the cloud over his amber eyes is a likely indicator of such. Regardless, he reaches out to cradle the basket, surprised at the weight. Had she really carried this all this way to him...? ]
Trahearne is slowly walking his route between the archive building and his home; his eyes are cast absently on the ground, idle thoughts about document organization and other decidedly work-related things roaming through his mind, none sticking. They go in circles, the same phrases and ideas repeating themselves.
And so he's shocked when he finds a hand and a basket suddenly in his face, and it takes him a second slower than normal to react. With a yelp of surprise he jumps, eyes darting up from the ground to take in the dress and the basket and finally, the face. ]
For-- Why?
[ He's tired. Even though his complexion is anything but human, the cloud over his amber eyes is a likely indicator of such. Regardless, he reaches out to cradle the basket, surprised at the weight. Had she really carried this all this way to him...? ]
[ Miraculously, she's actually getting sleep. Maybe it's a small blessing, something little to make up for the brutality she'd been forced through, but it's something. Or perhaps it's the depression, sinking in it's fangs where it's least welcome. She shakes it off, though, makes sure she looks happy to see him, and just wiggles the basket again until he takes it. At this, she beams. ]
I wanted to see you!
[ Silly question, to her. She's only teasing. ]
You must be exhausted. [ She perceives that easily, and understands. Who wouldn't be. Hands together before her, she rests them over her abdomen before tilting her head with a curious little gaze to pair with that smile. ]
Talk to me. I want to hear your voice.
[ From carrying the basket to the smile, she tries not to let anything but her own whims take her. She wants to be in control, to feel like the world is moving forward, even if this is the state of things.
But she isn't really lying about the things she wants, either. It's a peek at the loneliness she's holding onto. ]
I wanted to see you!
[ Silly question, to her. She's only teasing. ]
You must be exhausted. [ She perceives that easily, and understands. Who wouldn't be. Hands together before her, she rests them over her abdomen before tilting her head with a curious little gaze to pair with that smile. ]
Talk to me. I want to hear your voice.
[ From carrying the basket to the smile, she tries not to let anything but her own whims take her. She wants to be in control, to feel like the world is moving forward, even if this is the state of things.
But she isn't really lying about the things she wants, either. It's a peek at the loneliness she's holding onto. ]
[ The regret is immediate on her face the moment that Ori sees Trahearne’s previously well-meaning expression fall away. She’s certainly the type to try and avoid difficult conversations, but… She couldn’t live with herself if she didn’t apologize about this, in particular.
Still, it doesn’t make hearing what he has to say any easier. A frown pulls at her lips as he goes on, and her hands go still at Seisyll’s sides. When he mentions the dragon, her frown only deepens further. She had a feeling his reaction had something to do with that, and the confirmation of her suspicion only makes her guilt worse.
But what’s done is done. And of course she understands. She won’t even try to say her piece of it more than she has, much less try to defend her decision.
In the end, that had been a fruitless effort anyway - because it wasn’t too long after that Eustace’s condition worsen and they were unable to keep him subdued. So really, what was the point of trying to talk to them without his noticing…? She feels like a failure for so many things about that night, and this is one of them. ]
I… I won’t do it again, don’t worry. I know that I did more harm than good at every step of the way. But I really am sorry. I’ll do better from now on…
Still, it doesn’t make hearing what he has to say any easier. A frown pulls at her lips as he goes on, and her hands go still at Seisyll’s sides. When he mentions the dragon, her frown only deepens further. She had a feeling his reaction had something to do with that, and the confirmation of her suspicion only makes her guilt worse.
But what’s done is done. And of course she understands. She won’t even try to say her piece of it more than she has, much less try to defend her decision.
In the end, that had been a fruitless effort anyway - because it wasn’t too long after that Eustace’s condition worsen and they were unable to keep him subdued. So really, what was the point of trying to talk to them without his noticing…? She feels like a failure for so many things about that night, and this is one of them. ]
I… I won’t do it again, don’t worry. I know that I did more harm than good at every step of the way. But I really am sorry. I’ll do better from now on…
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