[pulling herself together, she glances over at him. his expression is soft, his words are kind, she realizes now the man sitting next to her is a complete stranger. she thought she'd had him figured out- but she was wrong. he continues to surprise her, day after day. the compassionate gestures he's made- some grand, others small but no less meaningful, have collectively swayed her opinion of him little by little.
nonetheless it is strange to hear him speak words of encouragement, to go so far as to praise her accomplishments and her status. such words she never imagined would fall from the lips of the ever prideful King of Heroes in her company. she holds her gaze steady, quietly accepting all he has said with a more or less neutral expression. gradually her frown lessens, and the tension in her face begins to ease somewhat.]
Your words do not go unappreciated Gilgamesh...
[it's as close to a 'thank you' as he's gonna get. truthfully she's still not quite certain what to make of this conversation- or of him. she did not admit to her faults with the expectation of being consoled in any way, shape or form. the only comfort she seeks is, perhaps, more spirits with which to drown her sorrow. reaching out she aims to reclaim the forgotten goblet left between them so that if nothing else, she might lessen the weight of the past, if only for a short while.]
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nonetheless it is strange to hear him speak words of encouragement, to go so far as to praise her accomplishments and her status. such words she never imagined would fall from the lips of the ever prideful King of Heroes in her company. she holds her gaze steady, quietly accepting all he has said with a more or less neutral expression. gradually her frown lessens, and the tension in her face begins to ease somewhat.]
Your words do not go unappreciated Gilgamesh...
[it's as close to a 'thank you' as he's gonna get. truthfully she's still not quite certain what to make of this conversation- or of him. she did not admit to her faults with the expectation of being consoled in any way, shape or form. the only comfort she seeks is, perhaps, more spirits with which to drown her sorrow. reaching out she aims to reclaim the forgotten goblet left between them so that if nothing else, she might lessen the weight of the past, if only for a short while.]