Right where I belong

A slightly smug "I told you so" look crossed Artorias' face when she admitted he was right. He was teasing her, of course, but Briar had wanted their relationship to stay mostly the same that it always had been, and so the teasing and ribbing would continue! Her hesitant admission that she didn't want to study healing and botany anymore caught him by surprise, but Artorias listened quietly and patiently while Briar explained her thoughts. So she felt like she could be better suited for another skill, and she had never really taken to healing as a passion? That was understandable then, and made perfect sense to him. He laughed lightly when Briar explained how she had taken forever just to grind up herbs because she was so bored by it and he nodded his head, giving her an encouraging smile. "Okay, then don't," he replied plainly. "You'd be great at anything you do, Briar. You should just be happy with whatever you're focusing your time on, and if it's not healing, then that's fine."

His eyes sought out hers while he gave her a curious look. "Do you have an idea on what you'd rather be doing?" he asked. He could honestly picture Briar doing just about anything, from hunting to navigating new lands, to organizing and leading pack events, anything! As they were talking. his paws began to inadvertently fidget with the bag by them, shuffling the small black bag back and forth between his blue paws. He was a little nervous, and it might have shown if she saw him messing with the bag or read deeply enough into his eyes. He hadn't ever done anything like this for someone else before, and this was Briar too! All of this was uncharted territory for the young Carpathius man.

"Artorias" | "Corbin"