I turned the subject... besides, you truly needn't worry about me. At worst, I'll brood for a few days over the argument, but this is how we always are.
[He doesn't miss that Dohalim doesn't seem apt to take his offer, but there's no offense in that. It was given freely and because he wanted to, not for the hope of acceptance.
If only he could actually say what he thinks, what he's felt since before Dohalim became Lord. It would have been frowned upon in Lenegis, if the redhead even felt the same way, and here... he's little more than a soldier. Dohalim may not realise it, but he truly is a kind-hearted person; it'd surely be his misunderstanding if he leaned into the feeling of appreciation too far.]
Are you hungry? I'm sure I've something that will go well with the scenery.
[so he moves on, quietly and delicately guiding the conversation too innocuous small talk. There's always a trace of his feelings on his face, though; he's never been the best at hiding them, at least not since they left Lenegis. As long as he can stay near Dohalim, it's fine, he tells himself.
Maybe that's why the idea of him staying here, of duty taking Gepard back, stings so much. He has no intention of talking about it in any case, already moving to rummage through the snacks he's brought and set up somewhere comfortable for them to sit and eat.]
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I turned the subject... besides, you truly needn't worry about me. At worst, I'll brood for a few days over the argument, but this is how we always are.
[He doesn't miss that Dohalim doesn't seem apt to take his offer, but there's no offense in that. It was given freely and because he wanted to, not for the hope of acceptance.
If only he could actually say what he thinks, what he's felt since before Dohalim became Lord. It would have been frowned upon in Lenegis, if the redhead even felt the same way, and here... he's little more than a soldier. Dohalim may not realise it, but he truly is a kind-hearted person; it'd surely be his misunderstanding if he leaned into the feeling of appreciation too far.]
Are you hungry? I'm sure I've something that will go well with the scenery.
[so he moves on, quietly and delicately guiding the conversation too innocuous small talk. There's always a trace of his feelings on his face, though; he's never been the best at hiding them, at least not since they left Lenegis. As long as he can stay near Dohalim, it's fine, he tells himself.
Maybe that's why the idea of him staying here, of duty taking Gepard back, stings so much. He has no intention of talking about it in any case, already moving to rummage through the snacks he's brought and set up somewhere comfortable for them to sit and eat.]