The silence was piercing, but not uncomfortable. Rylee wasn't sure why she expected he might pry further for a reason, or perhaps not find it good enough an answer. But the silence she earned herself was a shock. Her gaze flicked up toward him a couple times, especially when the clear movement came as he stood.
Rylee tensed in the moment, gripping the knife a bit tighter. But as he returned with nothing more than a stick for the rabbit, she relaxed and resumed.
Upon his throat clearing, she finally looked at him fully. Unlike the last time, this time she could see something was different. Off, just a tad. Just enough. His voice gave it away even more, though she opted not to point this fact out. Not caring enough to delve into the shem's emotions.
The want to bite back at the question, to snap that he'd not earned the right to hear about her Taeven was strong. She held her tongue for a few moments, though, battling her will to shove everyone away against the need to finally speak of her husband. It simply wasn't something she did. Ever.
Piercing a hunk of the meat onto her knife, she leaned forward to hold it over the fire. The heat would eventually lick at the skin beneath her gloves, but they'd hold long enough. Or, well, they usually would.
Her free hand shifted toward her breastplate, where she knew nestled behind it was her Joining Amulet, along with their wedding bands. A beat, then she dropped her hand and a bomb:
Rylee tensed in the moment, gripping the knife a bit tighter. But as he returned with nothing more than a stick for the rabbit, she relaxed and resumed.
Upon his throat clearing, she finally looked at him fully. Unlike the last time, this time she could see something was different. Off, just a tad. Just enough. His voice gave it away even more, though she opted not to point this fact out. Not caring enough to delve into the shem's emotions.
The want to bite back at the question, to snap that he'd not earned the right to hear about her Taeven was strong. She held her tongue for a few moments, though, battling her will to shove everyone away against the need to finally speak of her husband. It simply wasn't something she did. Ever.
Piercing a hunk of the meat onto her knife, she leaned forward to hold it over the fire. The heat would eventually lick at the skin beneath her gloves, but they'd hold long enough. Or, well, they usually would.
Kind, compassionate, honest...she trailed off, glancing over at the shem.
Everything I am not.Rylee was not unaware of her nature. But Taeven had made her a softer person, knew how to slither past the walls of struggle and trauma.
His skill in crafting was unmatched.She gestured with the knife in her hand, though careful to keep the meat positioned over the fire.
This was one of the first knives he made.With much care and love, she'd kept it in as good a condition as she could under her circumstances. As it often found itself covered in blood of something. Or someone.
Her free hand shifted toward her breastplate, where she knew nestled behind it was her Joining Amulet, along with their wedding bands. A beat, then she dropped her hand and a bomb:
It is also the knife that pierced his heart.
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