[ She takes the hand that he lifts to her, supporting it in her own. His hands are no more calloused than usual, but no softer either. He's been keeping up with his training. She imagines that there are no more scars upon him than what she had seen before. In the trial that awaits if he ever finds a way to him homeworld, she wonders if he'll have any more if he should return...
She watches him close his eyes. Perhaps he is about to sleep; it's likely he knows he, too, is about to drift into sleep, but he seems that he has no current complaints. In the moments that follow she is quiet, not disturbing him as he rests his eyes.
Then, softly, almost as if to test if sleep has finally take him or if he is merely on the cusp, she whispers: ]
...There is a... proverb in my world, that I wish to share with you.
[ If or if not he sleeps, if or if not he stirs or responds, she waits. ]
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She watches him close his eyes. Perhaps he is about to sleep; it's likely he knows he, too, is about to drift into sleep, but he seems that he has no current complaints. In the moments that follow she is quiet, not disturbing him as he rests his eyes.
Then, softly, almost as if to test if sleep has finally take him or if he is merely on the cusp, she whispers: ]
...There is a... proverb in my world, that I wish to share with you.
[ If or if not he sleeps, if or if not he stirs or responds, she waits. ]