Much of what they felt earlier is resurfacing, irregularly. They're not nearly as hurt, but they feel hurt. They're still grateful, happy, and that gratefulness and happiness holds. They press in a little further into her ruff in her hold.
They find they stumble when she runs her hand along their mask in time, instinctively making sure they don't pull away too quickly.
The Knight bows again and hastily strides away. They do need to process all that's happened. And if they don't, they might not be able to leave.
They leap a few levels down, thinking of the Stag--but he should stay, if Seer Belladonna might think of leaving. They'd had a plan.
The Dream Nail flares, and they disappear.
"Welcome b-b-back!" Myla says brightly.
Iselda turns and drops her modelling clay. "Hello!" she says, glancing between the door (closed) and the Knight (wandering to sit on the couch).
No explanation is forthcoming.
...She sighs and gets back to the conversation about pin-making.
no subject
They find they stumble when she runs her hand along their mask in time, instinctively making sure they don't pull away too quickly.
The Knight bows again and hastily strides away. They do need to process all that's happened. And if they don't, they might not be able to leave.
They leap a few levels down, thinking of the Stag--but he should stay, if Seer Belladonna might think of leaving. They'd had a plan.
The Dream Nail flares, and they disappear.
"Welcome b-b-back!" Myla says brightly.
Iselda turns and drops her modelling clay. "Hello!" she says, glancing between the door (closed) and the Knight (wandering to sit on the couch).
No explanation is forthcoming.
...She sighs and gets back to the conversation about pin-making.