[Beds themselves are still new to her in general, but at least Hathaway had been considerate enough to provide her one large enough. If they were there, she thinks... she could both hold him and also be at ease in her shape. Perhaps... on the ship.
She looks at him properly until the sigh, when she finally lays her head on his chest and spends a moment just listening further. To the movement of air in lungs and the pump of blood.
Emotions were a double-edged sword. She knew it well. Knew too well, what pride or recklessness could do to a warrior, so that... it isn't hard to imagine. Nor is it hard to make the leap to what it might be like, to carry the proof of that mistake always. Most of her own were hidden by the dun coat of her hide- at least, when she wasn't in the human shape lacking such advantages.
The story comes to its end (for now).]
... then for your honor, I hope it so.
[Even though she dislikes thinking of the future- she can hope that for him.]
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She looks at him properly until the sigh, when she finally lays her head on his chest and spends a moment just listening further. To the movement of air in lungs and the pump of blood.
Emotions were a double-edged sword. She knew it well. Knew too well, what pride or recklessness could do to a warrior, so that... it isn't hard to imagine. Nor is it hard to make the leap to what it might be like, to carry the proof of that mistake always. Most of her own were hidden by the dun coat of her hide- at least, when she wasn't in the human shape lacking such advantages.
The story comes to its end (for now).]
... then for your honor, I hope it so.
[Even though she dislikes thinking of the future- she can hope that for him.]