[ wrath follows her up, standing on his own feet in a mere moment after she has brought herself to her own feet. he can sense her unsteadiness. his hand rests against her arm briefly if only to help her find her balance even if she wouldn't want him to. he looks away from her down the line of cars- wagons and the people, the turmoil that he can still feel them having.
he is a breath away from her - the question clear in the intensity of his dark and gold eyes. ]
...what was it of?
[ he releases a breath, knowing she is unlikely to answer despite his concern. still he asks. ]
no subject
he is a breath away from her - the question clear in the intensity of his dark and gold eyes. ]
...what was it of?
[ he releases a breath, knowing she is unlikely to answer despite his concern. still he asks. ]