She'll see a shift in his expression at last -- two, no less.
First, as she winces, his eyes flick down to her shoulder. There's a flicker of something there -- concern, he leaves unvoiced. Perhaps he wishes not to condescend, perhaps he suspects that it would not be warmly received. When she mentions the tourney itself ... his brow creases slightly, the growl in his voice deepens, the corner of his mouth curls in disdain.
"Empty contest or not, you don't fight by half."
Looks like he shares her contempt for tourneys and all their nonsensical pageantry and pointless bluster, though the outward show of that distaste smooths over quickly and his expression reverts to the stony countenance that seems to be his default.
"Though you clearly know that better than most of these southron knights."
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Date: 2023-11-21 03:53 am (UTC)First, as she winces, his eyes flick down to her shoulder. There's a flicker of something there -- concern, he leaves unvoiced. Perhaps he wishes not to condescend, perhaps he suspects that it would not be warmly received. When she mentions the tourney itself ... his brow creases slightly, the growl in his voice deepens, the corner of his mouth curls in disdain.
"Empty contest or not, you don't fight by half."
Looks like he shares her contempt for tourneys and all their nonsensical pageantry and pointless bluster, though the outward show of that distaste smooths over quickly and his expression reverts to the stony countenance that seems to be his default.
"Though you clearly know that better than most of these southron knights."