[ "Sweet", she calls him, and indeed anyone would think gifting such earrings to be a kind gesture. Yet, there is no doubt he is completely undeserving of the description, given all that he's done in his own world. One good act does not negate all of which he has done.
What is sweet is the gentle voice with which she speaks, the courtly way in which her arm is around his, and the gratefulness in her voice. He replies, evening his tone: ] Fitting, for one so kind as yourself.
[ Another "sweet" thing to say, he supposes, but it had taken him so long to tell her she had been in grave danger by mere association in the first place. ]
....I have news.
[ The path diverges from the perimeter of the banquet hall, branching off to what appears to be a stone and ivy courtyard, a small center fountain glistening in twilight. He leads her into this space, his lips pressing together tightly as if preparing his words carefully. That he brings her away from others may be indication enough that what he has to say will be kept between them. ]
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What is sweet is the gentle voice with which she speaks, the courtly way in which her arm is around his, and the gratefulness in her voice. He replies, evening his tone: ] Fitting, for one so kind as yourself.
[ Another "sweet" thing to say, he supposes, but it had taken him so long to tell her she had been in grave danger by mere association in the first place. ]
....I have news.
[ The path diverges from the perimeter of the banquet hall, branching off to what appears to be a stone and ivy courtyard, a small center fountain glistening in twilight. He leads her into this space, his lips pressing together tightly as if preparing his words carefully. That he brings her away from others may be indication enough that what he has to say will be kept between them. ]