[ She's tense, - she's been tense since she arrived, a caged animal with teeth scraping at bars, biting at her bit, she's been tense since she spoke to the Countess, since she received orders along with the others, and saw how far she would be going into enemy territory.
She has been tense since Galahad walked off without her at his back after spending so long nursing him back to health. Since Devi was old enough to fight by her side, since Gwalior and Kunch and Kelpi and Jhansi. Since she first laid eyes on Sir Bors de Ganis when this had hung about her neck. Reflexively, as he does nothing more than stare, her fingers curl around it. White knuckled jaw set, hard in her spine, her shoulders, the flat line of her mouth that keeps as impassive as possible.
She's so tense she doesn't notice it, not anymore, that relief when he gives his words makes her dizzy almost - if she were the type. So palatable as her shoulders sink away from the way she seems ready for a blow, not his word. Makes her voice strain as she finally lets it go. ] Thank you.
[ Thank you is not enough. But it and herself is all she has to give. ] Keep your life for your people, I would not want you lay it down for me. But do this for me and you will never lack for what I am able to provide you.
[ It's not quite like being at his mercy. It's that she has laid this bare as she can, or as much as she is want to. ( Already, too much. ) It's ensuring the only thing that mattered.
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She has been tense since Galahad walked off without her at his back after spending so long nursing him back to health. Since Devi was old enough to fight by her side, since Gwalior and Kunch and Kelpi and Jhansi. Since she first laid eyes on Sir Bors de Ganis when this had hung about her neck. Reflexively, as he does nothing more than stare, her fingers curl around it. White knuckled jaw set, hard in her spine, her shoulders, the flat line of her mouth that keeps as impassive as possible.
She's so tense she doesn't notice it, not anymore, that relief when he gives his words makes her dizzy almost - if she were the type. So palatable as her shoulders sink away from the way she seems ready for a blow, not his word. Makes her voice strain as she finally lets it go. ] Thank you.
[ Thank you is not enough. But it and herself is all she has to give. ] Keep your life for your people, I would not want you lay it down for me. But do this for me and you will never lack for what I am able to provide you.
[ It's not quite like being at his mercy. It's that she has laid this bare as she can, or as much as she is want to. ( Already, too much. ) It's ensuring the only thing that mattered.
This his home, and he deserved half as much. ]