Sonia watches very moment of that hesitation with only slightly raised eyebrows, and she smiles warmly when he finally places his hand in hers. It feels right, somehow. She gives his hand a gentle squeeze.
"The idea is not to get caught at all," she says lightly, lifting the bottle to her lips. The scent of the maple mead is biting, cutting right through her nose, and God, she missed it. No one, she thinks, should ever have to miss maple mead. She takes a good, long drink with a soft hiss, shakes out her hair, and gives his hand a little tug. She doesn't intend to let go just yet. "Come along, let's find someplace to sit down and have a proper drink."
Somewhere away from the throngs of soldiers and the business of the camp, preferably. There's too much noise around here, and Sonia thinks the two of them could use a little quiet. They haven't had an unsupervised, unsurveilled conversation in...a long time.
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"The idea is not to get caught at all," she says lightly, lifting the bottle to her lips. The scent of the maple mead is biting, cutting right through her nose, and God, she missed it. No one, she thinks, should ever have to miss maple mead. She takes a good, long drink with a soft hiss, shakes out her hair, and gives his hand a little tug. She doesn't intend to let go just yet. "Come along, let's find someplace to sit down and have a proper drink."
Somewhere away from the throngs of soldiers and the business of the camp, preferably. There's too much noise around here, and Sonia thinks the two of them could use a little quiet. They haven't had an unsupervised, unsurveilled conversation in...a long time.