She is very aware of the heat and the bare skin of him, but she doesn't look away from him as he does what he rarely does - fumbles. His certainty is the core of who he is; this must be something that goes deep.
She doesn't quite follow him, though she knows the water is sacred in Fjerda. She gathers enough to know he's felt he had a wish fulfilled, but she doesn't see what it was.
Quietly, looking at him, leaning just the slightest bit toward him the way a sunflower leans toward the sun: ]
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She is very aware of the heat and the bare skin of him, but she doesn't look away from him as he does what he rarely does - fumbles. His certainty is the core of who he is; this must be something that goes deep.
She doesn't quite follow him, though she knows the water is sacred in Fjerda. She gathers enough to know he's felt he had a wish fulfilled, but she doesn't see what it was.
Quietly, looking at him, leaning just the slightest bit toward him the way a sunflower leans toward the sun: ]
Tell me?