Vincent chuckled softly as he felt her arm slip through his, her touch grounding him just as much as he hoped to ground her. Her confidence in him, her trust—it filled him with a quiet determination to protect and support her. He knew how much courage it took for her to step out into the bustling streets, and he was honored to be her safe person.
He listened to her talk about the carriage wait times and the poor horses, nodding in agreement. Her empathy for even the smallest beings always touched him deeply.
@Ophelia Jolfy
Well then, a walk it is,he said warmly, giving her arm a gentle squeeze.
Besides, I could use the exercise myself. Keeps the mind sharp and the heart strong, they say.Not that he didn’t get enough exercise in his line of work, but he didn’t want Ophelia to feel bad for taking him away from that to walk her home.
He listened to her talk about the carriage wait times and the poor horses, nodding in agreement. Her empathy for even the smallest beings always touched him deeply.
You're right, walking is much kinder to the horses,he agreed.
And it's a lovely day for a stroll. We can enjoy the fresh air and the sights of the city. Plus, it'll give us more time to chat. I've missed our conversations.
@Ophelia Jolfy
06-19-2024, 05:10 PM
