The pure relief is hard to keep from her face, but she hopes it comes off
as sympathy. She does not lecture him, or dismiss his sorrow. The grief is
too obvious, and she does not know what has caused it. But he is no mage,
and that lets her relax. That is the important information, and it is
enough. He is no mage, so she has nothing to fear from him, and he has
nothing to fear from her.
She wonders, vaguely, if there could be places where magic is only good,
only holy. She dismisses the thought as quickly as it comes.
"I am sorry," She says, more because it is what one says, to grief, than
because she is truly sorry for it. That, and she was the one who reminded
him of it. "I have managed to engage you only in the worst of conversation,
I fear. Is there some way I can make it up to you?"
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The pure relief is hard to keep from her face, but she hopes it comes off as sympathy. She does not lecture him, or dismiss his sorrow. The grief is too obvious, and she does not know what has caused it. But he is no mage, and that lets her relax. That is the important information, and it is enough. He is no mage, so she has nothing to fear from him, and he has nothing to fear from her.
She wonders, vaguely, if there could be places where magic is only good, only holy. She dismisses the thought as quickly as it comes.
"I am sorry," She says, more because it is what one says, to grief, than because she is truly sorry for it. That, and she was the one who reminded him of it. "I have managed to engage you only in the worst of conversation, I fear. Is there some way I can make it up to you?"