[ As flashes of the memories reflect in the flames, he continues to march. A meteor, a city, a something piercing through her chest-- too fast they come and go; for one who has only interacted with her scarcely before, it is impossible to make sense of them. It is not in his business of further question something so private, when this dream has been intrusive and distressing her already, lest her grief and focus upon them exacerbate the inferno.
With her voice growing stronger and maturing, and tone seeking clarity, his helm dips to look down at her. ]
Indeed. [ He answers her, and the hollowness to his voice is naturally even and cool. ]
No longer a child, your strength has undoubtedly grown. Remember.
[ The woman decorating the wreathes with him had spoken with such conviction and calm, sure in the stars that touched her, and secure with those lights she keeps closest. While it had been a brief interaction, it was impressionable, and it is with this that he basis his assessment. For her sake, he hopes he is not overestimating her. ]
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With her voice growing stronger and maturing, and tone seeking clarity, his helm dips to look down at her. ]
Indeed. [ He answers her, and the hollowness to his voice is naturally even and cool. ]
No longer a child, your strength has undoubtedly grown. Remember.
[ The woman decorating the wreathes with him had spoken with such conviction and calm, sure in the stars that touched her, and secure with those lights she keeps closest. While it had been a brief interaction, it was impressionable, and it is with this that he basis his assessment. For her sake, he hopes he is not overestimating her. ]