It isn't just because he can still feel electric aches right through his body from taking Rinwell's attack head-on. Sure, that part doesn't exactly feel great, but he kind of asked for that one, so asking Shionne for any more healing than she already gave him is too much.
Hours, even a couple of days after the fact, things definitely just feel... awkward. He understands Rinwell's feelings; he gets just why she lashed out at Almeidrea and it isn't that her fury and ire aren't deserved. But—it was scary, if he's honest with himself. To see that cold look in Rinwell's eyes had sent a shiver down his spine that was icier than the Frozen Valley itself—he had to do something. But he's sure she's still furious with him, even though she'd relented. He's done his best to keep enough distance, to let her cool down, but they can't go on like this forever, right?
So he waits for what feels like the best time he can manage. The campfire is still roaring, but everyone else is busy. Kisara is slicing up a fish for a late dinner, Dohalim is poring over some new artifact while Alphen and Shionne are discussing new battle tactics to work on for their proper encounter with Mahag Saar's despicable lord. That just leaves the two of them.]
He-Hey, Rinwell.... got a sec? [He makes his approach. Law keeps a friendly tone, but it carries just enough trepidation, making it clear that he knows she may not want to talk to him yet. He stands a bit away from the fire, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck and just... waiting.
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Date: 2021-10-04 10:06 pm (UTC)It isn't just because he can still feel electric aches right through his body from taking Rinwell's attack head-on. Sure, that part doesn't exactly feel great, but he kind of asked for that one, so asking Shionne for any more healing than she already gave him is too much.
Hours, even a couple of days after the fact, things definitely just feel... awkward. He understands Rinwell's feelings; he gets just why she lashed out at Almeidrea and it isn't that her fury and ire aren't deserved. But—it was scary, if he's honest with himself. To see that cold look in Rinwell's eyes had sent a shiver down his spine that was icier than the Frozen Valley itself—he had to do something. But he's sure she's still furious with him, even though she'd relented. He's done his best to keep enough distance, to let her cool down, but they can't go on like this forever, right?
So he waits for what feels like the best time he can manage. The campfire is still roaring, but everyone else is busy. Kisara is slicing up a fish for a late dinner, Dohalim is poring over some new artifact while Alphen and Shionne are discussing new battle tactics to work on for their proper encounter with Mahag Saar's despicable lord. That just leaves the two of them.]
He-Hey, Rinwell.... got a sec? [He makes his approach. Law keeps a friendly tone, but it carries just enough trepidation, making it clear that he knows she may not want to talk to him yet. He stands a bit away from the fire, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck and just... waiting.
Awkward. It's very awkward, to be sure.]