[Perhaps it was cruel of her to do that... when she does it because she knows it will distract him. It distracts her, too. He has... good hands. Despite his status, they are an archer's hands, like hers. They are strong for a human. He smells good.
And to cover her lack of answer when he gently pushes for one... She goes back to it. She'd neglected his little finger, his thumb... and then she is just pressing his knuckles to her lips, silencing herself, her eye lidded and half-hidden by the dark hood of her lashes.
What can she give him, that is still true but is not... that? It takes her a while, but finally,]
... I have failed at several things I wished to do, coming here.
[Her words whisper warm breath and hints of her lips against his skin. Her cheeks are still ruddy. Her hair is still disheveled from sleep.
And the answer is still honest, even if it wasn't everything.]
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And to cover her lack of answer when he gently pushes for one... She goes back to it. She'd neglected his little finger, his thumb... and then she is just pressing his knuckles to her lips, silencing herself, her eye lidded and half-hidden by the dark hood of her lashes.
What can she give him, that is still true but is not... that? It takes her a while, but finally,]
... I have failed at several things I wished to do, coming here.
[Her words whisper warm breath and hints of her lips against his skin. Her cheeks are still ruddy. Her hair is still disheveled from sleep.
And the answer is still honest, even if it wasn't everything.]