Disciple wears a slight, fixed smile on her face. She was having a harder time watching him deal with seeing him like this then she cared to admit.
She cannot read thoughts so she does not know just how badly the failure of the movement had damaged him. It was a mournful loss she had gone through, and never really recovered. That is, at least until recently, when she found out about the Neophyte and the other small ways which his words had managed to live on. Even if it was not a full recovery, just having that knowledge made it seem worthwhile to her.
Caught off-guard when he speaks, and ultimately hides his face, Disciple hesitates once again. He was hiding his face and stumbling over those words, she grew frustrated with her own inaction. She was up from her chair, and around to the other side of the table before she really conscious of her own movement. Sliding in behind him, she wraps her awkward cave-beast arms around him, pulling him close. As of yet, saying nothing, just wanting to hold him.
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She cannot read thoughts so she does not know just how badly the failure of the movement had damaged him. It was a mournful loss she had gone through, and never really recovered. That is, at least until recently, when she found out about the Neophyte and the other small ways which his words had managed to live on. Even if it was not a full recovery, just having that knowledge made it seem worthwhile to her.
Caught off-guard when he speaks, and ultimately hides his face, Disciple hesitates once again. He was hiding his face and stumbling over those words, she grew frustrated with her own inaction. She was up from her chair, and around to the other side of the table before she really conscious of her own movement. Sliding in behind him, she wraps her awkward cave-beast arms around him, pulling him close. As of yet, saying nothing, just wanting to hold him.