Herian has the whole of Eléonore's attention, so much so that she's leaning forward slightly into her space. Entranced, perhaps, would be the proper word. Be it the voice or the sentiment, the lilt of her tone or the whole of her being that seems to light up when she speaks of honor. Of knighthood. Something dear to her, something she seems to breathe.
Something the Comtesse finds herself drawn to in a real way.
Such a small thing, the carving of Herian's ear. Such a terribly small and viscerally horrible thing- the sound it twists out of Eléonore is nothing short of wounded on her behalf. While Herian might have pulled away, she leans forward to close the distance. Doesn't think anything of it, doesn't question the instinct. Simply brushes her lips against the tender edge, murmuring against the altered shell. Why break the spell when you can fall further into it?
"I sense no deception in you. Care, yes but-" She pulls back, one hand lifting to touch Herian's cheek so lightly, so gently. As though trying to coax a feral cat into purring. "No deception. Ask honestly, and I will answer in the same. You have my word, Herian."
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Something the Comtesse finds herself drawn to in a real way.
Such a small thing, the carving of Herian's ear. Such a terribly small and viscerally horrible thing- the sound it twists out of Eléonore is nothing short of wounded on her behalf. While Herian might have pulled away, she leans forward to close the distance. Doesn't think anything of it, doesn't question the instinct. Simply brushes her lips against the tender edge, murmuring against the altered shell. Why break the spell when you can fall further into it?
"I sense no deception in you. Care, yes but-" She pulls back, one hand lifting to touch Herian's cheek so lightly, so gently. As though trying to coax a feral cat into purring. "No deception. Ask honestly, and I will answer in the same. You have my word, Herian."