[She may not have spent very long in this town, but already her things are strewn across the inn room as if she owns the place. She's always been that way, more concerned with being able to see everything at a glance than worrying about it being in its proper place. Clothing half-pulled out of her travel bag piled in the corner, half-finished sheets of music scattered across the floor, bed unmade and rumpled.
She stays sitting, waiting as patiently as she can for him to start speaking. He's not like her; when she's lost for words, she gets flustered, full of "ums" and "ahs" and "uhs." Not like him, cool and collected, even with something like this. Her heart aches for him, and not just because of their shared bond.
When he finally gives up and moves for his violin, she settles herself in more comfortably to watch. To watch, and to listen, eventually closing her eyes to follow the melody. Even before he speaks, she understands the gist, if not the exact particulars.]
I'm so sorry...
[She brings both hands up to try to stem the flow of tears. It's not just his emotions she can feel, it's her own, dredged up by the music and compounding what she can feel from him. It hurts so badly, a physical pain dragging down her heart. She can't help but cry from the emotion in the music still lingering in the air, no matter how she wipes her eyes.]
Is... is that why you left home? [she manages, face still hidden behind her hands as she fights back another wave of tears.]
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She stays sitting, waiting as patiently as she can for him to start speaking. He's not like her; when she's lost for words, she gets flustered, full of "ums" and "ahs" and "uhs." Not like him, cool and collected, even with something like this. Her heart aches for him, and not just because of their shared bond.
When he finally gives up and moves for his violin, she settles herself in more comfortably to watch. To watch, and to listen, eventually closing her eyes to follow the melody. Even before he speaks, she understands the gist, if not the exact particulars.]
I'm so sorry...
[She brings both hands up to try to stem the flow of tears. It's not just his emotions she can feel, it's her own, dredged up by the music and compounding what she can feel from him. It hurts so badly, a physical pain dragging down her heart. She can't help but cry from the emotion in the music still lingering in the air, no matter how she wipes her eyes.]
Is... is that why you left home? [she manages, face still hidden behind her hands as she fights back another wave of tears.]