be as you've always been
Epitaph Destruction The smile that made its way ever so slowly onto the woman's face didn't quite reach her eyes, which were plainly exhausted. Sympathy twisted painfully in his chest. “It’s that obvious?” she questioned, though there was a hint of humour in her voice that he managed to pick up on. She sidled closer, the bulk of her body slowing the current that moved past him to a crawl. He didn't mind it. The water warmed up as it passed around her body towards his. There was a hint of hesitation from the woman, as she lowered her skull to where he could easily tuck it under his chin as he did with the girls. He didn't, it seemed inappropriate aimed towards Miss Shaye. “I.. I fear if I sit down, for even a moment, i’ll be letting them down.” she barely breathed the words aloud, and he could have missed them over the rush of water around them. But he didn't. "You've done so much already." he promised. The hint of a fond smile pulled at the corners of his lips. He flexed his toes gently overtop hers, a gesture of affection that was sorely in demand in a time of crisis such as this. "If you run yourself ragged, you won't be able to care for them in the future. How will you help if you're on death's door, Miss Shaye?" he questioned, mirroring her previous joking tone in an attempt to lighten the grave reality of their situation. The dark male shifted his position to slide his crippled leg out from under him. Letting it rest in the water as it was warmed by the sun and the bodies around it would do it some good for the coming day. "Your daughters need you now more than ever, you should spend some time with them, even just a few moments before you get some much needed rest." he commented, attention drifting towards the packlands where the bustle of bodies and scents of stress carried from. |