doesn't freeze, exactly. Just stays on one knee, tension limiting the motion in her shoulders so she moves a little awkwardly as Rani draws her hand closer, kisses it, presses it to her brow. It is so reverent, so sacred feeling that she doesn't know how to respond. Never has anyone done something like that to her, and she looks nothing short of baffled.
Granted on Magni bafflement looks more like faint surprise, but even so.
It takes long moments for her to speak. Again, nothing new, but the tension in the pause is different. It feels like something in their dynamic has shifted, and she's not wholly certain how to process that, what to do with it. And yes, Rani lays much before her, truths that are— scary, and strange to think of. Truths that she does not know if she wishes to wrestle with. Defiance, disgust with the ways of Orlais, that she could manage. Change is the way of her people. But to be dying, while her love watched? Which of them would that be most terrifying for?
She chews the inside of her cheek, mouth catching in a frown. )
Do you—
( A pause, considering. )
Do you want me? Or do you wish me to say that I do not want you, and relieve you of that burden?
( The words are careful, as she brings the hand that Rani had kissed to gently cradle her lady's cheek. )
I will think on it. But it does not sound like I am what you wish for, when you speak so.
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doesn't freeze, exactly. Just stays on one knee, tension limiting the motion in her shoulders so she moves a little awkwardly as Rani draws her hand closer, kisses it, presses it to her brow. It is so reverent, so sacred feeling that she doesn't know how to respond. Never has anyone done something like that to her, and she looks nothing short of baffled.
Granted on Magni bafflement looks more like faint surprise, but even so.
It takes long moments for her to speak. Again, nothing new, but the tension in the pause is different. It feels like something in their dynamic has shifted, and she's not wholly certain how to process that, what to do with it. And yes, Rani lays much before her, truths that are— scary, and strange to think of. Truths that she does not know if she wishes to wrestle with. Defiance, disgust with the ways of Orlais, that she could manage. Change is the way of her people. But to be dying, while her love watched? Which of them would that be most terrifying for?
She chews the inside of her cheek, mouth catching in a frown. )
Do you—
( A pause, considering. )
Do you want me? Or do you wish me to say that I do not want you, and relieve you of that burden?
( The words are careful, as she brings the hand that Rani had kissed to gently cradle her lady's cheek. )
I will think on it. But it does not sound like I am what you wish for, when you speak so.