[He waits while she thinks; he doesn't feel a rush to fill all silences with noise, like some people do. He's happy enough to enjoy her presence as they travel.
Although the silence that's left between them fills with something other than noise—curiosity about what it is she can't tell him and what it is that seems to be delaying her speech. She'd never been one to hesitate to speak her mind. The air around him runs warm, then cold, then warm again.
When she does speak, it almost sounds as if she's convincing herself.]
Yes, of course it does.
[The atmospheric effects he's creating are relatively subtle, but when Honerva groans, there's suddenly a vibration in the ground beneath his feet, which has more to do with alarm than just unease. He leans down toward her again.]
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Although the silence that's left between them fills with something other than noise—curiosity about what it is she can't tell him and what it is that seems to be delaying her speech. She'd never been one to hesitate to speak her mind. The air around him runs warm, then cold, then warm again.
When she does speak, it almost sounds as if she's convincing herself.]
Yes, of course it does.
[The atmospheric effects he's creating are relatively subtle, but when Honerva groans, there's suddenly a vibration in the ground beneath his feet, which has more to do with alarm than just unease. He leans down toward her again.]
What is it, beloved?