Here, through some strange twist, Zevran had found his comfort. She did not know why, nor take particular pleasure in his sudden ease--it came with a veneer of insincerity, however inconsistent, and she was not fond of such things. Still, as she wielded his gift, she could find little malice in her; he was a friend, or as near as she came in these young, foreign lands.
But, then again, she was prideful, and holding her tongue, particularly when someone so young chided her about the way of the world? That was a challenge. She was skilled in masking her emotion and the openness of her face dropped away, hidden behind a bland and amicable smile. It was flavorless and impersonal.
"It does not," she agreed as one might agree about the weather. "How lucky I am to have you here, mellon nin."
She should have stopped herself, that she recognized, but she did not. Whether she could not or simply chose not to, that she could not say.
"To explain to me how tragedy mounts over time, how all things are ever-changing," she said almost lightly and settled the glaive back against the table. She would regret this, of that she had no doubt, but she would not begrudge his rescinding his gifts if he chose to do so.
"If not for you, I might not recognize the ways of the world, nor the mounting horrors of the dark, mm? For here I am little more than a Bright Lady, am I not, and the rifts that conjured me hence are so...dreadful, I can scarcely comprehend."
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But, then again, she was prideful, and holding her tongue, particularly when someone so young chided her about the way of the world? That was a challenge. She was skilled in masking her emotion and the openness of her face dropped away, hidden behind a bland and amicable smile. It was flavorless and impersonal.
"It does not," she agreed as one might agree about the weather. "How lucky I am to have you here, mellon nin."
She should have stopped herself, that she recognized, but she did not. Whether she could not or simply chose not to, that she could not say.
"To explain to me how tragedy mounts over time, how all things are ever-changing," she said almost lightly and settled the glaive back against the table. She would regret this, of that she had no doubt, but she would not begrudge his rescinding his gifts if he chose to do so.
"If not for you, I might not recognize the ways of the world, nor the mounting horrors of the dark, mm? For here I am little more than a Bright Lady, am I not, and the rifts that conjured me hence are so...dreadful, I can scarcely comprehend."