If they could speak, perhaps they could do more. Lemm had her sing. Or perhaps it's only their presence, and not their silence--
They push that concern away.
Between spoonfuls, the Knight feels a different, more fair concern rise, in the opposite way of his. They don't want Lemm to feel that he has to stay.
They promised, though, that they would not push him to do as he disliked. They can't force him in either direction.
It does, indeed, take a while. A few times, Myla interrupts with a murmur, a few bars of music, a word about the dark. They wait until she's done talking to keep going.
"D-did you get hurt?" Myla asks unexpectedly, only a little left in the bottom of the bowl.
She's looking at them. Afraid, clearly, as though--they'll do something, if displeased. But...at them, without squirming or hiding.
Numbly, they shake their head.
She retreats back into herself.
It takes a few moments for them to help her finish the rest.
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Date: 2022-12-25 12:58 pm (UTC)They push that concern away.
Between spoonfuls, the Knight feels a different, more fair concern rise, in the opposite way of his. They don't want Lemm to feel that he has to stay.
They promised, though, that they would not push him to do as he disliked. They can't force him in either direction.
It does, indeed, take a while. A few times, Myla interrupts with a murmur, a few bars of music, a word about the dark. They wait until she's done talking to keep going.
"D-did you get hurt?" Myla asks unexpectedly, only a little left in the bottom of the bowl.
She's looking at them. Afraid, clearly, as though--they'll do something, if displeased. But...at them, without squirming or hiding.
Numbly, they shake their head.
She retreats back into herself.
It takes a few moments for them to help her finish the rest.