[ we love to see a versatile and semi emotionally available king
She doesn't even bother focusing, much less registering, the receding footsteps of everyone around them. She knows the guards won't leave them behind, they're too important to the cause. So she relaxes a little, at least knowing she's needed somewhere. Her eyes stay set on her lap, playing with her nails and seeing the condition of her poor skin - cracked, dry, thirsty.
Eventually, she registers the movement beside her, glances down out of the corner of her eye to see Eustace shuffling through his bandages to clean himself up. There's a brief second where she bites at her lip, toes curling inside her shoes because she hates doing this but..
..She gently extends her arms towards the bandage he's working on, not enough to intrude on what his hand is already doing but to silently offer that, hey, she can still do what needs to be done! Even with throwing herself a pity party. ]
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She doesn't even bother focusing, much less registering, the receding footsteps of everyone around them. She knows the guards won't leave them behind, they're too important to the cause. So she relaxes a little, at least knowing she's needed somewhere. Her eyes stay set on her lap, playing with her nails and seeing the condition of her poor skin - cracked, dry, thirsty.
Eventually, she registers the movement beside her, glances down out of the corner of her eye to see Eustace shuffling through his bandages to clean himself up. There's a brief second where she bites at her lip, toes curling inside her shoes because she hates doing this but..
..She gently extends her arms towards the bandage he's working on, not enough to intrude on what his hand is already doing but to silently offer that, hey, she can still do what needs to be done! Even with throwing herself a pity party. ]