i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
Shifting, he retraces the few steps he’d taken, blue gaze fixed on the invisible woman waiting there. He can hear the faint sounds of her breath in the quiet confines of the cave. She is no longer stricken, but he can feel the gentle tendrils of disappointment and regret wrapping themselves around the moment.
He doubts this is something she would ever forget.
Though he cannot see the smile she levels at him, his own lips curl in response to her question. The expression has no trace of its usual levity. “You have been very lucky,” he replies, not quite able to keep the heaviness from his voice. “Most of us aren’t.”
Glancing briefly back at the nest, he eyes it thoughtfully before returning his attention to Israfel. Her next question catches him by surprise, but the surprise swiftly morphs into a deep-seated delight. His eyes gleam in the faint glow of his armor, mouth widening into a pleased smile. “I would like nothing more than for you to stay here with me.”
Pressing forward, he touches her lightly (her neck, he thinks, though he can’t be quite sure). “I’ll show you more, if you like,” he continues. A small laugh escapes before he adds, “No more birds though, I promise.”
reave
@Israfel