Dariz is Full, and I Desire a Walk in the Dark Together

After they had transitioned to the table, and she had shoveled a few bites in her face, the edge of hunger had melted away some, and Flea was finally able to listen to him talk again, to not feel the immediate need to ask him to repeat himself, even as she tried hard not too lose any of them, Still sweet words from you, Ailwin. She teased gently, because not so long ago, they were writing letters, and now she had him there, she could tease. She could see his face, his response to her words, and it was so much more than what she had remembered from the day or two she had been around him before she had gone back out into the world to find Bajie.

Training is ... training. She frowned, she didn't know how to describe it, but she could tell how it felt. I feel like my body is getting stronger again, not like when I was in the pits, like if I took a blow wrong my arm or leg would break. I feel like I could block a blow now and not topple. It was a steady diet and rest, and clean water. Things that she had only dreamed about in the past. In fact, she had filled out some, herself. Gone were the gaunt looking cheeks, replaced by a healthy hue. You look like you're eating better too.. She wasn't about to say he looked like he had gotten more rest. No, Ailwin still had dark bags under his eyes.

Will you be able to.. feel comfortable enough, to sleep here? She had worried about that, when she had asked for the room. There were multiple ways to escape, she had seen to them herself, but she knew how hard it was to sleep somewhere that didn't feel safe. And she very much wanted to make sure he got at least one good night worth of sleep while they were together. She wanted to help alleviate him of some of that tiredness she saw in him every time she looked up to his face.

She pushed a small plate of raw vegetables closer to him -- she was eating better now, and she would make sure he ate his fill. She knew she didn't need to watch out for him, but over the months that they had written to one another, she knew he needed someone to offer him some succor, some solace, in what seemed like a never ending battle he was waging on the other side of the continent. Not now of course, I.. I think I'd like a walk before sleep, but.. later. Her tongue felt leaden in her mouth. When she had time to think on her words, while writing, she could be more attentive, more poetic, here with him in front of her, she found herself distracted by the lines of his fingers, the way the corner of his mouth twitched, a raised eyebrow. All of them took her attention, and left her mouth and head empty of words, save for the most simple.

I promise I can converse. She finally managed, a self-depreciating smile on her face as she sighed gently. Having you here, I find myself having words on the tip of my tongue and they're teased away the next moment.

@Ailwin