[He isn't really sure which to be more perplexed by—her expression, which is transparent in its delight (or whatever he deems as delight), or the fact that not only does she choose to lead the way, she weaves her arm about his. He can't really help it when he freezes up because personal contact isn't something he's been accustomed to for... a very long time. Even before things went to hell he wasn't exactly an expert with people. Charming, sure. Nice, yes. Welcoming, potentially. Yet in light of all of that, he tended to pick the company of his sword over that of his people.
An unfortunate decision on his part in the end.
It takes him some moments—several, really—to stop staring at her and just to awkwardly go along. It helps that there is something remarkably pleasant, a thought that Caim immediately begins to inwardly kick himself for. Thankfully, he has conversation to distract himself with, something he never thought he'd end up being thankful for. If he actually knows how to be thankful for anything.]
You come here often, then. Are you simply honing your skills? Although this place has conflict of its own, it hardly seems necessary for soldiers to get involved.
[He says knowing that he really has yet to lift a finger and help out at all.]
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An unfortunate decision on his part in the end.
It takes him some moments—several, really—to stop staring at her and just to awkwardly go along. It helps that there is something remarkably pleasant, a thought that Caim immediately begins to inwardly kick himself for.
Thankfully, he has conversation to distract himself with, something he never thought he'd end up being thankful for. If he actually knows how to be thankful for anything.]
You come here often, then. Are you simply honing your skills? Although this place has conflict of its own, it hardly seems necessary for soldiers to get involved.
[He says knowing that he really has yet to lift a finger and help out at all.]