Darras gives a kind of half-smile to her, quick, before his expression settles back into something more pensive. Now that he knows what he's looking at, he understand--or at least he understands the broad strokes. Looking at a face you know and seeing a tightness under the eye, you don't have to understand how muscles pull together to make that tightness. You just see it.
He scratches a little lower on Rosana's neck, and she tips her head up in appreciation, her eyes narrowing to slits before they close. Here's where Darras could say something about leaving, chucking it all and heading home. Let Riftwatch sort itself out, if it's Riftwatch that troubles her. Let her employers go hang, if they're the trouble.
Instead, he shifts to stand, abruptly, collecting Rosana off his lap and switching her to be carried in his arms. She bears it gracefully, startled before she settles back down. They go over to the wine pitcher together, which Darras picks up and fetches back, to refill Yseult's empty glass. He leaves the pitcher on the safe and takes the glass instead when he crouches down beside her, and holds it out.
"Tell me about it, then. If you like. What's the worst offense, the most frustrating? Start there."
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Darras gives a kind of half-smile to her, quick, before his expression settles back into something more pensive. Now that he knows what he's looking at, he understand--or at least he understands the broad strokes. Looking at a face you know and seeing a tightness under the eye, you don't have to understand how muscles pull together to make that tightness. You just see it.
He scratches a little lower on Rosana's neck, and she tips her head up in appreciation, her eyes narrowing to slits before they close. Here's where Darras could say something about leaving, chucking it all and heading home. Let Riftwatch sort itself out, if it's Riftwatch that troubles her. Let her employers go hang, if they're the trouble.
Instead, he shifts to stand, abruptly, collecting Rosana off his lap and switching her to be carried in his arms. She bears it gracefully, startled before she settles back down. They go over to the wine pitcher together, which Darras picks up and fetches back, to refill Yseult's empty glass. He leaves the pitcher on the safe and takes the glass instead when he crouches down beside her, and holds it out.
"Tell me about it, then. If you like. What's the worst offense, the most frustrating? Start there."