There is nothing about this conversation that has gone in a way Ashe could have foreseen. His hand tightens around hers and her heart jumps into her throat, part of her ready to be affronted that someone would dare get so familiar with her. Instead, she finds herself turning more towards him until her other hand can rest further down his arm even though she knows it means she can no longer write this off as merely trying to steady him.
"You're drunk," she whispers, still frowning and aware that not even the lowering of her voice can fully conceal the tremble that clings to it.
"You cannot know what you are offering. I'm a widow. We... What future could there be for us?" For all the reasons she can think to give him, that she doesn't wish for closeness with him isn't among them, and while Balthier - and possibly Basch - might see what he's proposing as a tryst, Ashe simply doesn't think in those terms. If he wishes to be with her like that, it won't be something that she can easily wash her hands of once their time on the road is through and Dalmasca is restored.
Scowling, her forehead wrinkles as she tries to look more irate than flabbergasted. "Will you ask me again?" If he does, then he means it, and it's meant to be something to consider rather than something that perplexes and frustrates her utterly as it is now.
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Date: 2023-08-06 12:23 am (UTC)"You're drunk," she whispers, still frowning and aware that not even the lowering of her voice can fully conceal the tremble that clings to it.
"You cannot know what you are offering. I'm a widow. We... What future could there be for us?" For all the reasons she can think to give him, that she doesn't wish for closeness with him isn't among them, and while Balthier - and possibly Basch - might see what he's proposing as a tryst, Ashe simply doesn't think in those terms. If he wishes to be with her like that, it won't be something that she can easily wash her hands of once their time on the road is through and Dalmasca is restored.
Scowling, her forehead wrinkles as she tries to look more irate than flabbergasted. "Will you ask me again?" If he does, then he means it, and it's meant to be something to consider rather than something that perplexes and frustrates her utterly as it is now.