[ The pressure of her hands is working; he can feel muscles starting to give way, loosening their pinch on his nerves. With the mix of pain and relief, though, there's a beading of sweat starting at his temples. Kaz grits his teeth through another of her circular motions, taking a deep breath so he can actually concentrate on what she's saying.
It all makes sense, when she lays it out. Because of course it would. Bad weather kept them along Ravka's coast and then far out by Novyi Zem, which meant the return trip had taken longer than it usually would. After all, the stretch of True Sea between Kerch and Jesper's home country was fairly significant.
She moves then, to sit next to him, the warmth of her shoulder and arm a welcome one. The nerves in his leg are singing and he carefully flexes his foot, letting out a slow breath when he senses the sharp pain has lessened. And maybe he is a bit mollified by her saying that she was glad to be back on solid ground with him.
Of course, it does mean he's being read like an open book for the first time in eight months. Kaz has always been able to see her, no matter how much she tried to stay hidden. For his talents, she's learned how to do the same to him. Sometimes, he hates it. Right now...he isn't sure how he feels. Relief, maybe. ]
I can't save you from a storm. [ Not one in the middle of the ocean, anyway. As for how it all connects to him losing his composure and shunting his papers off his desk: ] The idea you could be swallowed by the sea, with no one the wiser—every day I didn't hear from you or see your sails on the horizon, the worse it got.
[ Carefully, he reaches over and takes her hand in his, two fingers seeking out the pulse point on her wrist. ]
I'm not asking you to stop. It's difficult, is all. When you aren't here.
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Date: 2024-09-25 01:28 am (UTC)It all makes sense, when she lays it out. Because of course it would. Bad weather kept them along Ravka's coast and then far out by Novyi Zem, which meant the return trip had taken longer than it usually would. After all, the stretch of True Sea between Kerch and Jesper's home country was fairly significant.
She moves then, to sit next to him, the warmth of her shoulder and arm a welcome one. The nerves in his leg are singing and he carefully flexes his foot, letting out a slow breath when he senses the sharp pain has lessened. And maybe he is a bit mollified by her saying that she was glad to be back on solid ground with him.
Of course, it does mean he's being read like an open book for the first time in eight months. Kaz has always been able to see her, no matter how much she tried to stay hidden. For his talents, she's learned how to do the same to him. Sometimes, he hates it. Right now...he isn't sure how he feels. Relief, maybe. ]
I can't save you from a storm. [ Not one in the middle of the ocean, anyway. As for how it all connects to him losing his composure and shunting his papers off his desk: ] The idea you could be swallowed by the sea, with no one the wiser—every day I didn't hear from you or see your sails on the horizon, the worse it got.
[ Carefully, he reaches over and takes her hand in his, two fingers seeking out the pulse point on her wrist. ]
I'm not asking you to stop. It's difficult, is all. When you aren't here.