( The truth of it is really very simple: he hurts in a way he is uncomfortable with hurting, and he does not want to hurt alone, so he hurts everyone around him. Does he truly think she's dumb? The beat of silence might be enough for her to know the truth of it — that he does not, but he's too far gone and too raw still to outright deny it. Too prickly to take it back, too vulnerable to make himself more vulnerable. He does not know how to soften.
But he also... doesn't want to escalate. A part of him is, perhaps, a little fond of her, might respect her, even, in his own way. The best he can do here, the best he can manage, is to not be outright ruthless.
It still isn't very nice. After his hesitation, he scowls and starts striding forth, passing her and snapping as he goes. )
If you keep running off tits-first into the unknown wilds, you're bloody right I do.
( It's fucking dangerous, there are fucking dragons, and boars, and Gods only knows what else, you foolish woman. You're going to get yourself killed if you don't start waiting behind your guard. )
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But he also... doesn't want to escalate. A part of him is, perhaps, a little fond of her, might respect her, even, in his own way. The best he can do here, the best he can manage, is to not be outright ruthless.
It still isn't very nice. After his hesitation, he scowls and starts striding forth, passing her and snapping as he goes. )
If you keep running off tits-first into the unknown wilds, you're bloody right I do.
( It's fucking dangerous, there are fucking dragons, and boars, and Gods only knows what else, you foolish woman. You're going to get yourself killed if you don't start waiting behind your guard. )