[The little smile is more than enough. He’s already offered her more than she expected. He’s already earned… not quite full-fledged trust, because that’s long since become a very tall mountain to climb with her, no matter the care offered, the promise of protection, but… the beginnings of it. She’s… inclined towards him.
And, of course, she’s more so with the mention of a library. The library in Whitestone Castle had once been her favourite place in all the world. It was too blood-stained, now, too haunted, as the rest of the castle was, for there to be a favourite anything for her there within its walls. It was her prison, nothing more.
That complicated expression on her face fades, the shadows ease just a little, as she almost lights up at the mention of books. She has missed being able to sit, and read. She’s missed being able to sit and read safely.]
Oh yes. Very much so.
[You’ve gone and done it, John. She’s going to be there so, SO often.]
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And, of course, she’s more so with the mention of a library. The library in Whitestone Castle had once been her favourite place in all the world. It was too blood-stained, now, too haunted, as the rest of the castle was, for there to be a favourite anything for her there within its walls. It was her prison, nothing more.
That complicated expression on her face fades, the shadows ease just a little, as she almost lights up at the mention of books. She has missed being able to sit, and read.
She’s missed being able to sit and read safely.]Oh yes. Very much so.
[You’ve gone and done it, John. She’s going to be there so, SO often.]