sacrifice what you are for what you can become
Henry entered the barn, where the shadows fell across their silhouettes. But as their eyes would adjust to the dim lighting, they could see that some rays of sun came in through the gaps in the wood around them, for the barn was old and it could use some refurbishing. A window at the top helped shed the most light on the floor and all of the empty stalls, which had been swept clean earlier that day. Maybe once upon a time, these stalls had been used for keeping horses - but now, they served the purpose of being personal workshops. For a moment, the shuffle of their boots against the wooden floor was the only sound.
He stepped into one of the stalls, to which the door was already open, a quiet consideration in his eyes. For a moment, he paused, turning towards Aisha and blocking the view of what was inside of the stall.
"I didn't know it, either, until Wessex asked us to vote on what we should do about it. Maybe it's a precaution, maybe it's more than that but... I'm going to do what I can," he finally replied, his downward gaze lifting up to meet hers. The emotion in his eyes was uncharacteristically dark. To her request, he gave a curt nod, "I promise," and the promise was all that he extended for a few seconds. Then, "I'll send a messenger if I have to. You're one of the strongest people I know. If there's anyone I'd want to fight beside, it's you." He gave her a meaningful look and, with a roll of his shoulders, he let go of that burden - for now. Another day, another adventure, another threat. When those times came, because they were sure to, he would not be afraid to face any of it.
"I knew you were going to Halo, so I made you a little... parting gift," he said, moving out of the way and extending his arm out towards the station in the barn, "I know how cold it gets there."
A table, constructed and decorated with tools for making or repairing clothes, spread out before her. Placed carefully across it, was a suede coat of a pale, almost golden color - her color, ironically enough. The sleeves and the hems were covered in long, silvery-white shearling, which did cover the inside as well. It was soft to the touch and, since it had been cut long, the wool was straight rather than curled - it would not itch or irritate, and it would keep her warm. Yes, even in the dead of Deepfrost.
The coat was long enough that it billowed down from the edge of the table, just barely not touching the ground. She was welcome to try it on.
He stepped into one of the stalls, to which the door was already open, a quiet consideration in his eyes. For a moment, he paused, turning towards Aisha and blocking the view of what was inside of the stall.
"I didn't know it, either, until Wessex asked us to vote on what we should do about it. Maybe it's a precaution, maybe it's more than that but... I'm going to do what I can," he finally replied, his downward gaze lifting up to meet hers. The emotion in his eyes was uncharacteristically dark. To her request, he gave a curt nod, "I promise," and the promise was all that he extended for a few seconds. Then, "I'll send a messenger if I have to. You're one of the strongest people I know. If there's anyone I'd want to fight beside, it's you." He gave her a meaningful look and, with a roll of his shoulders, he let go of that burden - for now. Another day, another adventure, another threat. When those times came, because they were sure to, he would not be afraid to face any of it.
"I knew you were going to Halo, so I made you a little... parting gift," he said, moving out of the way and extending his arm out towards the station in the barn, "I know how cold it gets there."
A table, constructed and decorated with tools for making or repairing clothes, spread out before her. Placed carefully across it, was a suede coat of a pale, almost golden color - her color, ironically enough. The sleeves and the hems were covered in long, silvery-white shearling, which did cover the inside as well. It was soft to the touch and, since it had been cut long, the wool was straight rather than curled - it would not itch or irritate, and it would keep her warm. Yes, even in the dead of Deepfrost.
The coat was long enough that it billowed down from the edge of the table, just barely not touching the ground. She was welcome to try it on.
HENRY
