[ Trahearne comes to take a seat beside Zelda, neither urging her in words or in his body language to get situated before she's ready. Instead, he takes a moment to study her more closely--the look on her face, he's already rolled through his mind. Her posture, her dress, her hair--not exactly how he remembers. And the sword...
He tucks that away for later.
When Zelda looks at him, he meets her gaze. He sees her confusion, and he meets it with patience. Though his head tilts, it is only a sign from him that he's ready to listen, for whatever she has to tell him.
To her question, he nods. And when she reveals how long she has been gone in her memory, Trahearne finds it hard to hide the shock on his face. Fifty, sixty years is incomprehensible to a sylvari. None has ever known what that feels like. That she was gone for a period of time twice that of his own life... His mouth hangs open in his stupor at first, but he quickly collects himself. ]
Sixty years? [ Still, though. ] You spent...sixty years awake in your home realm?
[ It's no wonder she had trouble placing him at first. ]
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He tucks that away for later.
When Zelda looks at him, he meets her gaze. He sees her confusion, and he meets it with patience. Though his head tilts, it is only a sign from him that he's ready to listen, for whatever she has to tell him.
To her question, he nods. And when she reveals how long she has been gone in her memory, Trahearne finds it hard to hide the shock on his face. Fifty, sixty years is incomprehensible to a sylvari. None has ever known what that feels like. That she was gone for a period of time twice that of his own life... His mouth hangs open in his stupor at first, but he quickly collects himself. ]
Sixty years? [ Still, though. ] You spent...sixty years awake in your home realm?
[ It's no wonder she had trouble placing him at first. ]