Skellig senses the approval, but it only faintly registers. His mind is focused on her heartbeat in his ears - steady and strong, relaxed - and he rubs his hand over his tattoo on his arm, briefly hesitating.
"If something should happen, for whatever reason," he says softly. "I would ask that you tell her not to be angry with herself. She would feel anger, first. Then guilt, I fear. I would not want her to bear that burden upon her heart."
He nearly adds on: and I would ask you to tell her that I love her, my dragon but he does not, because Skellig knows that Kreyu knows that as truth, and the words do not need to be spoken for them to be real.
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Date: 2024-05-26 09:08 pm (UTC)"If something should happen, for whatever reason," he says softly. "I would ask that you tell her not to be angry with herself. She would feel anger, first. Then guilt, I fear. I would not want her to bear that burden upon her heart."
He nearly adds on: and I would ask you to tell her that I love her, my dragon but he does not, because Skellig knows that Kreyu knows that as truth, and the words do not need to be spoken for them to be real.