He winced with every word, but did not argue them. Deserter, coward- those were the worst. He didn't want either of them to be true. Knew, in the eyes of his clan, that they already were.
His expression pained as he saw the glimmer at the edge of her eyes and instinctively he went to reach out, to stroke her cheek, but his hand hesitated and pulled away. He didn't have that right. He knew that.
"Sorry, Pel," he whispered, and he meant it. Though he probably should have left it there, rather than adding, "The funeral would have been interesting, at least. Bet there hasn't been one dedicated to Fen'Harel, in a while."
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He winced with every word, but did not argue them. Deserter, coward- those were the worst. He didn't want either of them to be true. Knew, in the eyes of his clan, that they already were.
His expression pained as he saw the glimmer at the edge of her eyes and instinctively he went to reach out, to stroke her cheek, but his hand hesitated and pulled away. He didn't have that right. He knew that.
"Sorry, Pel," he whispered, and he meant it. Though he probably should have left it there, rather than adding, "The funeral would have been interesting, at least. Bet there hasn't been one dedicated to Fen'Harel, in a while."