The touch on his arm is like the jarring static of thick Mist. It addles his senses, too present to ignore and too ephemeral to grasp. Why is she staying so close to his side, after her--
Gods, was Balthier right? Was she...? Somehow that thought is even more terrifying than the thought that he's misstepped.
"I would rather face the consequences of my actions than not know why someone's engagement with me has changed," he says with a shake of his head that he immediately regrets. He staggers, just for a step, and her hand keeps him upright. The cool night air helps too, sobering, more real somehow. Her hand tightens, asking how he is, and he winces, but this time he stops, turns, and meets her eyes.
"I don't understand why you're here. I was grossly out of line."
He doesn't notice his hand going to cover hers until it's already there.
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Date: 2023-08-05 02:33 am (UTC)Gods, was Balthier right? Was she...? Somehow that thought is even more terrifying than the thought that he's misstepped.
"I would rather face the consequences of my actions than not know why someone's engagement with me has changed," he says with a shake of his head that he immediately regrets. He staggers, just for a step, and her hand keeps him upright. The cool night air helps too, sobering, more real somehow. Her hand tightens, asking how he is, and he winces, but this time he stops, turns, and meets her eyes.
"I don't understand why you're here. I was grossly out of line."
He doesn't notice his hand going to cover hers until it's already there.