WHO: Fenris, Jone, & YOU. WHAT: Fenris & Jone are back in Kirkwall. WHEN: When... people... are back in Kirkwall... waves hand. WHERE: KIRKWALL NOTES: None yet.
Jone suddenly has the entirely too vivid fantasy of pulling the lad into a headlock, but they've all seen a bit too much lately. Huffing with irrational embarrassment, she says, "he ain't so fancy, exactly..."
Embarrassment from Jone is a novel thing to see, and Ellis doesn't expect a repeat performance anytime soon.
However, his smile still widens further, before his expression settles, the quality of humor in his face veering back towards solemnity. There's warmth in his voice still when he presses—
"Is he good to you?"
Not teasing, not really. A question with an answer that matters.
An uncomfortable shift, this true, real question. She likes to blanket her truths in blaring noise, shock and stupidity, anything to hide the genuine feelings she holds dear. Yet, she can trust Ellis. He's shown her that. Anything less would be an insult.
"Some'll say he aint," she says, thinking of Barrow and his unasked-for concern. "But I been over my head before. Know what that is. He can't hurt me, even if he wanted to, and..." A small smile. Genuine. Loving. "He don't. Think he'd rather burn than that."
A good answer. Ellis sits with it a moment, considering the way Jone expresses this thing.
He's happy for her. It's as simple as that, even if he has to turn it over in his mind to acclimate to the idea of it.
The look he gives her is very tender, but rather than say something equally matched, Ellis shifts his weight and replies, "That's good then. I'd rather not have to hunt him down to offer a correction."
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But, you know. Yes.
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However, his smile still widens further, before his expression settles, the quality of humor in his face veering back towards solemnity. There's warmth in his voice still when he presses—
"Is he good to you?"
Not teasing, not really. A question with an answer that matters.
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"Some'll say he aint," she says, thinking of Barrow and his unasked-for concern. "But I been over my head before. Know what that is. He can't hurt me, even if he wanted to, and..." A small smile. Genuine. Loving. "He don't. Think he'd rather burn than that."
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He's happy for her. It's as simple as that, even if he has to turn it over in his mind to acclimate to the idea of it.
The look he gives her is very tender, but rather than say something equally matched, Ellis shifts his weight and replies, "That's good then. I'd rather not have to hunt him down to offer a correction."