[ The smile is a small little victory in terms of how faint he had seemed before, and she'll take it. Walking over to his room, still carrying him, she turns slightly to the side to pull the handle of the door and open it, entering. ] Sorry about not knocking... [ She jests lightly, and then makes her way to his bed. Carefully, she rests him down upon it, looking over him.
Her brow lifts furrows with sympathy. He really does look tired... And it's difficult not to linger upon his scars about his eyes. He's given so much, and as a human, what scars he has doesn't fade. All of hers do, and with her energy recovered, she doesn't tire. Obviously, she should be pulling more weight.
In a warm tone she hopes to be reassuring. ] Don't worry about dinner, okay? Or other chores. For the rest of the day. I'll take care of it.
[ She reaches for his hand, giving it a squeeze. ] You've really been working hard.
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Date: 2021-01-06 21:48 (UTC)From:Her brow lifts furrows with sympathy. He really does look tired... And it's difficult not to linger upon his scars about his eyes. He's given so much, and as a human, what scars he has doesn't fade. All of hers do, and with her energy recovered, she doesn't tire. Obviously, she should be pulling more weight.
In a warm tone she hopes to be reassuring. ] Don't worry about dinner, okay? Or other chores. For the rest of the day. I'll take care of it.
[ She reaches for his hand, giving it a squeeze. ] You've really been working hard.