Anju
She scarcely has the strength to spare on such things, but Anju waves away his regret all the same, a small smile on her lips. "You came as quickly as you could once you knew. That's what matters." Regrets and what-ifs were dangerous things normally, and most Dragoons learned early on to let them go lest they eat away at all sense of confidence and victory. Worry, however, she was more than allowed to feel - and she raises a dark brow Liam's way when he gently rebuffs her.
"Yes, I do. You're my friend, Liam," she murmurs, an admission she does not make lightly no matter how sincerely she feels it. The hands they've laid against each other are her in, and she turns her own hand to curl her fingers slightly around his. "Stormbreak is at least making it along. You - the Greatwood - you can't keep at it like this forever." She frowns down at their hands, the two different shades of their skin intermixing. "I hate knowing you don't have a comrade at your back. It goes against everything I know." And what is she supposed to use to comfort herself? The vague promise of a future where someone might take charge? The idea that he would simply be okay, with no proof?
"Yes, I do. You're my friend, Liam," she murmurs, an admission she does not make lightly no matter how sincerely she feels it. The hands they've laid against each other are her in, and she turns her own hand to curl her fingers slightly around his. "Stormbreak is at least making it along. You - the Greatwood - you can't keep at it like this forever." She frowns down at their hands, the two different shades of their skin intermixing. "I hate knowing you don't have a comrade at your back. It goes against everything I know." And what is she supposed to use to comfort herself? The vague promise of a future where someone might take charge? The idea that he would simply be okay, with no proof?
this sun inside of me could set kingdoms ablaze
