[Even then... She hesitates. Finally, finally, she releases her defensively tight grip on the sleeping man in her arms and tries to arrange him more... more appropriately. Her chest feels hot, where he had slumped against her. Strangely sweaty. Heavy. Awkward, unsure if such a thing could be said to be an- No, it did not matter.
What mattered was... Seeing if she could wake him, even if she risked being seen in the process. The longer they stayed here... Something just didn't feel right.
With one last insecure look towards Naruhodo, making sure he wasn't watching... she looks down at Estinien's body. He was breathing... he looked peaceful... but at the same time, that almost didn't feel right, either. Not when there were still so many enemies, so many battles to fight. If, once they had killed the Regent, he were to look like this... She would let him rest. It would seem earned, and right, but like this-
Her hand moves, hovers vaguely near his temple, almost brushes pale hair off his face... but it feels too intimate. Something she shouldn't or wasn't allowed to do. And yet... allowed or not, she must attempt something even more personal, even more potentially violating. Careful, mindful, (a little scared, a little embarrassed), she uses just the tips of her fingers to tug his clothing down until she can see his shard. There it was, almost sparkling in the light reflected off the crystals all around them.
Unsure, she finally works up the courage... and splays her hand over his chest, the polished surface of the shard smooth along the curve of her palm. As she does, she attempts to call him with his name once more, hoping he might answer.
Would just touching it work, or... would she have to use hers?]
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What mattered was... Seeing if she could wake him, even if she risked being seen in the process. The longer they stayed here... Something just didn't feel right.
With one last insecure look towards Naruhodo, making sure he wasn't watching... she looks down at Estinien's body. He was breathing... he looked peaceful... but at the same time, that almost didn't feel right, either. Not when there were still so many enemies, so many battles to fight. If, once they had killed the Regent, he were to look like this... She would let him rest. It would seem earned, and right, but like this-
Her hand moves, hovers vaguely near his temple, almost brushes pale hair off his face... but it feels too intimate. Something she shouldn't or wasn't allowed to do. And yet... allowed or not, she must attempt something even more personal, even more potentially violating. Careful, mindful, (a little scared, a little embarrassed), she uses just the tips of her fingers to tug his clothing down until she can see his shard. There it was, almost sparkling in the light reflected off the crystals all around them.
Unsure, she finally works up the courage... and splays her hand over his chest, the polished surface of the shard smooth along the curve of her palm. As she does, she attempts to call him with his name once more, hoping he might answer.
Would just touching it work, or... would she have to use hers?]