— I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night —
Agetta doesn’t know what to think when he steps away from her, though in all of her thoughts she doesn’t blame him. She quickly assumes it is something she had done - like if she had touched a point that had been bruised in the river or maybe he was disappointed with her for not saving him. If she had just been a little stronger, a little faster, would they have ever been separated? If she had not become so focused on the one battle and forgetting the rest?
It is so easy for her to believe the distance between them is her fault. When he asks about her seeing him go into the river she nods automatically, eager to answer his questions - to prove in some small way she’s not useless. “Yes of course.”
But then confusion begins to crumble the smile on her face as more thoughts begin to leech in. He should have known that, shouldn’t he? She’d be there with him. It was once he had gone into the river that she had lost track of him. The smallest of frowns begins as her blue eyes searching his for… something?
“Are you alright?” She looks him over again, now that there is space between them, and there is something different, though she cannot quite place it. Her mind is looking for wounds, signs of a struggle, not for a lack of grey hairs or scars. Perhaps, she reasons with herself, it’s just that he’s covered in dirt - though she cannot quite bring herself to suggest he go back into the river to clean off.
@[garbage]