just exist
for song
06-13-2019, 06:49 AM
Song responded to her grief just as she hoped he might - sympathetically and with visible concern. She wondered, briefly, if he would feel for her if he'd known even half of the story that made up the life she and Ignatius had shared - was her grief and anger justifiable in the face of what she'd done? She didn't know enough about Song and what kind of man he was to properly answer that question. Kirsi supposed only time would tell... A soft sigh sounded at his answer, though she'd expected as much. Being reassured that he would come home wouldn't help her now, because she truly doubted it, and she was glad Song didn't try convince her of that. Perhaps their paths would cross again someday, but she wasn't so sure of it, and she certainly wouldn't sit around waiting for him.. let alone go looking for him. Her gaze lifted to meet Song's as he asked a question that she herself had been mulling over since Ignatius's throne had been declared abandoned. What would she do? Returning home wasn't an option, and even if it was she had a feeling her reputation had been so tarnished at this point that showing her face would be a dangerous idea. "I'm.. not totally sure," she sighed softly, moving to recline to her haunches, though not before shuffling a bit closer to him. Her need for physical company was not feigned - she had always prided herself on being emotionally strong, on not depending on anyone but herself, but there was something undeniable comforting about being in close proximity to another.. especially a man of Song's size. That was a need she wasn't at all ashamed of. "I didn't think I'd be asking myself this question again," she admittedly softly, her voice growing more unsteady, though there was no threat of tears. "I.. wouldn't mind your company for awhile. It's nice to be in the company of someone you can trust," Kirsi noted carefully, her head lifting. "Unless you have plans of your own? Where would you be without Fyri?" |
