I'll be right beside you, dear

With her gentle touch she would arouse the subtle sigh from his tired lungs. He would not bring himself to rise until she finished her sloppy speech, fatigued features shifting to take her in. His brilliant blue gaze was tainted by the red stain of tear soaked eyes, down his cheek bones the river beds of his sorrow would show. With out much thinking the girl would materialize at his side, thoughts of discretion discarded as she full took in the state of him. He was not plagued by and ache of the mind, and would not offer further explanation. Slate colored ears would pin to her head, concern and curiosity taking over her features. Subtle worried whines would sneak from behind her lips, but he would continue asking of her intentions. She had nearly forgotten the whole reason she had sought him out. "Oh," her voice was soft, still holding the hints of worry she held for him. "It's not much," her gaze would avert from his own as she continued. Sure with telling him her plans and looking at his sad features she would cry herself. "If you aren't well I don't want you to over exert yourself." her voice would close to silence, unsure if she was even ready for such a step. "I wanted to see if you would come with me to pick flowers for Fern's grave." still turned away from him she could feel her bodice push closer to his form, seeking the comfort she found in his touch.?