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[narnianknight]

He's been here a few days now, yet to find his father or the other Narnians, but just being here in case something happens makes him feel a little better

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[narnianknight]

"No place is perfect."

His own voice is soft, his eyes melancholy.

After a moment, he stands, retrieving a jewel-hilted dagger, sheathed in soft leather, from the desk.

"I would have you carry this, my lady, that you might be better able to defend yourself if it came to that again."

[white_flowers]

She looks up in surprise, ice-blue eyes widening.

"But-- such a valuable gift-- I cannot--"

[narnianknight]

He smiles, pressing the sheathed blade into her free hand and closing her fingers over it gently.

"You can, Anghared. Your safety is more valuable than any material thing I might own."

[white_flowers]

She offers no further resistance, keeping hold of the weapon as she searches his face.

"My lord--" She falters, or seems to. "Rilian." Anghared smiles. "Thank you."

[narnianknight]

His smile is gentle, sincere.

"You are welcome, Anghared."

After a few moments, he asks carefully, "would you prefer to stay here tonight, if it would make you feel safer? I'm well used to camping out, so it would be no hardship, and I would have you sleep well in the knowledge that I shan't let anyone harm you."

[white_flowers]

Her gaze flutters down and to the side, demurely.

"I would not have you think me improper, my lord."

[narnianknight]

"And I would not have you think that of me, Anghared. But you need rest to recover, and if you would sleep better with someone guarding the door, then I am willing to act as guardian for you while you sleep this night."

[white_flowers]

She considers-- inwardly weighing a number of factors.

However, it is only a few moments before she says softly, "I thank you for your kind offer, Rilian, but surely I will be safe enough locked in my own chamber."

A beat, and she looks up at him once more.

"Surely it cannot be so dangerous as all that?"

[narnianknight]

"Of course."

He smiles reassuringly, sipping his tea.

"Allow me to escort you back, at least. This night has not been easy for you, I fear."

[white_flowers]

She takes a sip of her own, then sets it aside and smiles back at him.

"Less trouble than it might have been, had I not chanced to encounter you," she murmurs. "And accept I will, the gracious escort that you offer."

[narnianknight]

He sets his tea aside as well, standing and bowing slightly, with a self-mocking smile on his face.

"You honour me, Lady."

[white_flowers]

She looks troubled at the quality of the smile, and so teases him lightly, saying, "And here it was you, my lord, who told me that in your Narnia everyone is honored."

[narnianknight]

He laughs softly, saying agreeably, "and so they are. Shall we see you safely to your room, so that you can rest and recover from your hurts?"

[white_flowers]

"With your presence at my side, I shall have no fear at all," Anghared tells him, smiling.

Holding the dagger carefully in one hand, she slowly rises from the chair.

[narnianknight]

He helps her up, solicitous but not crowding, and opens the door, leading her into the corridor.

[white_flowers]

It is not all that far, really. Down the hallway, across it and into another, and soon she draws him to a stop at her door.

"There," she says, the soft musical voice pleased. "And without even seeing another face, friend or foe."