Aleifr watches the unpleasant memory darken her face. He sees her hand shift down to worry at a specific spot on her arm, and watches her mouth draw into a tight, thin line.
His curiosity isn't sated. What little she says raises far more questions than it settles, but it's clear that speaking of it -- whatever 'it' may be -- is not an easy thing. He does not know what she has suffered, but he knows that feeling well ... the dull ache of an old scar that hasn't managed to heal.
"Good that it didn't."
While he still wonders just what it was that could strike with such force as to ruin an iron-bound shield and the arm carrying it, the answer isn't a pressing matter. She can choose to share or not in her own time.
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Date: 2023-11-24 07:33 pm (UTC)His curiosity isn't sated. What little she says raises far more questions than it settles, but it's clear that speaking of it -- whatever 'it' may be -- is not an easy thing. He does not know what she has suffered, but he knows that feeling well ... the dull ache of an old scar that hasn't managed to heal.
"Good that it didn't."
While he still wonders just what it was that could strike with such force as to ruin an iron-bound shield and the arm carrying it, the answer isn't a pressing matter. She can choose to share or not in her own time.