[ She knows that, he's sure, and it isn't what she meant but he offers the feeble protest all the same. Victory really was prize enough on its own, especially after such a long, slow battle. Maybe he shouldn't be 'wasting' this chance on leisure--though of course that's not all he'd do.
And now he's second guessing himself. He didn't have this problem before...
The Exarch blinks and blinks again when he realizes what Irhya is offering. The idea of sharing a meal, perhaps at the Wandering Stairs, was one thing but in her suite? And she'd cook for him, this time? He feels his face growing warm. ]
That is--yes, that would be...that would be more than all right.
[She's not about to argue with him over what he does or doesn't deserve, not here and now, so instead Irhya decides to show him, reaching to grab his yet-uncrystallized hand and slip her palm into his.
(It's nice, she thinks, not to have to crane her neck upwards for once.)]
Let's go, then. You don't mind walking like this, I hope?
[Emphasizing her point, she edges a little closer and smiles brightly, not wanting to look like she's dragging him off against his will or something.]
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Date: 2019-08-05 08:48 pm (UTC)[ She knows that, he's sure, and it isn't what she meant but he offers the feeble protest all the same. Victory really was prize enough on its own, especially after such a long, slow battle. Maybe he shouldn't be 'wasting' this chance on leisure--though of course that's not all he'd do.
And now he's second guessing himself. He didn't have this problem before...
The Exarch blinks and blinks again when he realizes what Irhya is offering. The idea of sharing a meal, perhaps at the Wandering Stairs, was one thing but in her suite? And she'd cook for him, this time? He feels his face growing warm. ]
That is--yes, that would be...that would be more than all right.
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Date: 2019-08-09 12:22 am (UTC)[She's not about to argue with him over what he does or doesn't deserve, not here and now, so instead Irhya decides to show him, reaching to grab his yet-uncrystallized hand and slip her palm into his.
(It's nice, she thinks, not to have to crane her neck upwards for once.)]
Let's go, then. You don't mind walking like this, I hope?
[Emphasizing her point, she edges a little closer and smiles brightly, not wanting to look like she's dragging him off against his will or something.]