[ River's faint touch to his palm sparks a hope in him that he hadn't expected before it's quickly dashed against the rocks of her despairing question.
There is more to her than meets the eye, more so than he had initially realized when he had stumbled across her shivering and terrified in that pond. He's always had a penchant for words when it suited him, but none of those feel right. This is more than just honeyed words can fix. Visceral fear of something that had plagued her for who knows how long rolls off of her, permeates her cries that feel like shots to his heart.
This time when she pulls away, he follows, clearing the cutlery as he goes before sliding up beside her against the wall. Gently, he reaches out to tug her into his side if she'll allow it. His arm stays lightly around her shoulder wanting to respect her space, wanting to give her room to breathe, but he remains, allowing the weight of her to lean on him if she needs it.
Cassian can't begin to imagine what she's gone through or what she's dealing with, but he understands what it feels like to feel lost. Adrift. Untethered. Maybe he's projecting. Maybe his loss at what to do shines through. But he hopes that he can at least get across that he's here for her. After a moment he lets out a breath, his voice weighed down with understanding. ]
It does feel like a dream, doesn't it? All this magic, this other galaxy, people from other galaxies. None of this should be real or possible, but it is.
[ The casual displays of magic at the Summoned gathering. The hum of something intangible in the air. The clothes that warmed their frigid bones. ]
We don't have to know. There's plenty I don't. But we can figure it out together. [ It's a nod to lighter times, days prior at the party when she had said as much to him. Even if it was in jest, he believes it. ] I can try to help, if you'll let me.
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There is more to her than meets the eye, more so than he had initially realized when he had stumbled across her shivering and terrified in that pond. He's always had a penchant for words when it suited him, but none of those feel right. This is more than just honeyed words can fix. Visceral fear of something that had plagued her for who knows how long rolls off of her, permeates her cries that feel like shots to his heart.
This time when she pulls away, he follows, clearing the cutlery as he goes before sliding up beside her against the wall. Gently, he reaches out to tug her into his side if she'll allow it. His arm stays lightly around her shoulder wanting to respect her space, wanting to give her room to breathe, but he remains, allowing the weight of her to lean on him if she needs it.
Cassian can't begin to imagine what she's gone through or what she's dealing with, but he understands what it feels like to feel lost. Adrift. Untethered. Maybe he's projecting. Maybe his loss at what to do shines through. But he hopes that he can at least get across that he's here for her. After a moment he lets out a breath, his voice weighed down with understanding. ]
It does feel like a dream, doesn't it? All this magic, this other galaxy, people from other galaxies. None of this should be real or possible, but it is.
[ The casual displays of magic at the Summoned gathering. The hum of something intangible in the air. The clothes that warmed their frigid bones. ]
We don't have to know. There's plenty I don't. But we can figure it out together. [ It's a nod to lighter times, days prior at the party when she had said as much to him. Even if it was in jest, he believes it. ] I can try to help, if you'll let me.