( he "just" what? he just... didn't expect it, maybe. listen, morga has never made any secret of not being one for the hustle and bustle of vesuvia, for one thing. and for another, it's the way she phrased it. the way she said she watched out for his family. as if it was a favor for him, specifically. for the others, too, of course. obviously. but she could have said it any number of ways. any number of ways that wouldn't send a lance of guilt and gratitude straight to his heart.
he might even smile if not for the guilt part, how it wins out in the end. it always wins out in the end.
julian's gaze lingers on morga's outstretched hand, hesitant. when he finally does take one arm from around himself, he reaches out hesitantly—and stops when he gets a look at the difference between the two of them. he can't touch her with those ugly, horrible talons. shaking his head, he draws his hand back again and finally manages a crooked... well, "smile" is stretching it, but it's something. )
I'm grateful, that's all. I didn't have any way to know if anyone was even still... ah, well. It doesn't matter now. You kept them safe. You... did what I couldn't, I suppose. What I tried to do. You win again, hmm?
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( he "just" what? he just... didn't expect it, maybe. listen, morga has never made any secret of not being one for the hustle and bustle of vesuvia, for one thing. and for another, it's the way she phrased it. the way she said she watched out for his family. as if it was a favor for him, specifically. for the others, too, of course. obviously. but she could have said it any number of ways. any number of ways that wouldn't send a lance of guilt and gratitude straight to his heart.
he might even smile if not for the guilt part, how it wins out in the end. it always wins out in the end.
julian's gaze lingers on morga's outstretched hand, hesitant. when he finally does take one arm from around himself, he reaches out hesitantly—and stops when he gets a look at the difference between the two of them. he can't touch her with those ugly, horrible talons. shaking his head, he draws his hand back again and finally manages a crooked... well, "smile" is stretching it, but it's something. )
I'm grateful, that's all. I didn't have any way to know if anyone was even still... ah, well. It doesn't matter now. You kept them safe. You... did what I couldn't, I suppose. What I tried to do. You win again, hmm?