Jul 16, 2011 12:18
[Delita's sitting in the tavern in Goug keeping company. He hasn't had time to replace his cloak yet, rather choosing to be amongst friends. He recognizes that the next few months will be particularly grueling and this may be one last chance to relax and be open before it's too late.]
delita heiral,
ashelia b'nargin dalmasca
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Concern in her eyes, she looks to him, wanting assurance as to his state of health. Now that they're alone, there's no need for Delita to save face.]
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You need not worry about myself. My injuries are sufficiently healed. I am extremely appreciative of the speed of your healing.
[Black circles under the eyes belie the fact that he has pushed farther than he should, but a determination to spend time with the princess and possibly come clean over a few issues overrides any sense of self-healing.]
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[There's an honesty, almost pained in her voice. The attack was taken for her, thus she feels responsible for ensuring he recovers well. Not only that, but she knows, had he fallen, she couldn't have forgiven herself.]
Nor could I fail to worry, after what you risked for me.
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[Some habits take a while to fully overcome as he starts to hide his feelings on the subject, except her brutal honestly widened the crack in his hardened exterior.]
'Tis no way I could chance you taking permanent injury.
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