She cannot keep the smile off her face--bright and amazed and, despite his smirk and the dry teasing in his answer, she is amused. It is a strange expression considering how dour she has been since Arcote burned, how grim she had just been as she openly discussed murder with this man. She lets out a bark of quick, sincere laughter at his answer--
As though she should have known. As though there had been even the barest hint of a sign in his reserved countenance. He is a world more careful than she is, she cannot even begin imagining him using his gifts as freely as she is wont to, if at all--she can only wonder if his gift is earthly to provide such constancy.
She is torn for the briefest of moments--she wants to scold him, but she has lost the words in Glennich. She wants to ask him questions, but she cannot sort the thoughts into a line. She wants to show off gifts for gifts as she hasn't since Arcote, but the exhaustion of her destructive tantrum has already seeped into her bones. She is delighted and, without hesitation or pause to consider the wisdom of the act, closes the space between them to press an enthused but entirely chaste kiss on his lips. When she draws back a heartbeat later, that manic energy still lingers.
"Of course I am," she proclaims in something akin to a stage whisper--between them but too loud to be truly private if someone were lurking. "I could not have begun to guess!"
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As though she should have known. As though there had been even the barest hint of a sign in his reserved countenance. He is a world more careful than she is, she cannot even begin imagining him using his gifts as freely as she is wont to, if at all--she can only wonder if his gift is earthly to provide such constancy.
She is torn for the briefest of moments--she wants to scold him, but she has lost the words in Glennich. She wants to ask him questions, but she cannot sort the thoughts into a line. She wants to show off gifts for gifts as she hasn't since Arcote, but the exhaustion of her destructive tantrum has already seeped into her bones. She is delighted and, without hesitation or pause to consider the wisdom of the act, closes the space between them to press an enthused but entirely chaste kiss on his lips. When she draws back a heartbeat later, that manic energy still lingers.
"Of course I am," she proclaims in something akin to a stage whisper--between them but too loud to be truly private if someone were lurking. "I could not have begun to guess!"