[Maybe he should be calling her hija and niña after all. Eun, for all of her confidence and bravado, looks back to Asil closing the distance between them and she feels flustered inside in a way she hasn't since she was much younger. It makes her feel silly. It makes her stupid note feel silly, and the way she got mad at him for staying away, and every other thought she has about him seems a greater sign of her immaturity compared to his four-hundred-plus years.
Still, she does nothing to push him away, to tell him to keep his space. She remembers the warmth of his hand holding hers far more vividly with him there.
Asil's reply manages to have the same effect as a bucket of water dumped over her. He and Bran had been laughing, but the story had been about someone they had cared for and lost. Smile dimming somewhat, she nods her head.]
I'm sorry for your loss, but maybe he'd be glad to see you both enjoying a story about him in spite of his absence. [Eun breathes in deeply, a pause in her words, and almost regrets how easily she takes in Asil's scent in doing so.] You seem well today.
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Still, she does nothing to push him away, to tell him to keep his space. She remembers the warmth of his hand holding hers far more vividly with him there.
Asil's reply manages to have the same effect as a bucket of water dumped over her. He and Bran had been laughing, but the story had been about someone they had cared for and lost. Smile dimming somewhat, she nods her head.]
I'm sorry for your loss, but maybe he'd be glad to see you both enjoying a story about him in spite of his absence. [Eun breathes in deeply, a pause in her words, and almost regrets how easily she takes in Asil's scent in doing so.] You seem well today.