Well, if that was a curse, I'll consider it a blessing cloaked in dark disguise. Since it IS kinda cold and all...
[Even if he's legitimately feeling warm now, considering his attire, considering his inner warmth, considering the new pressure he has of Tataru's form leaning into his. Henry gently, gently, rests his hand against the shoulder furthest from his body... Once more, a soft touch as though fragile.
But it's just enough to welcome her into his space. His other hand pulls the cape of his handsomely-made outfit close.
It's a nice evening, he thinks. When Henry wonders what he'd be doing were he still in Ylisse... He wonders if he'd be in Ylisse at all, anyway. Being here, sitting with Tataru in front of the river... It's not a bad way to go. It's peaceful, a contrast to the dark of his head in his lonesome. The sorcerer all but drops his guard, a quiet sort of succumbing to this moment that doesn't involve confessions or explanations, just... an innocent welcoming of another person into his space. The feeling of her against his fingertips, against his chest, for all that his nerve sensation's so dulled from abuse. She has a presence big enough not to overlook, and he feels safe.]
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[Even if he's legitimately feeling warm now, considering his attire, considering his inner warmth, considering the new pressure he has of Tataru's form leaning into his. Henry gently, gently, rests his hand against the shoulder furthest from his body... Once more, a soft touch as though fragile.
But it's just enough to welcome her into his space. His other hand pulls the cape of his handsomely-made outfit close.
It's a nice evening, he thinks. When Henry wonders what he'd be doing were he still in Ylisse... He wonders if he'd be in Ylisse at all, anyway. Being here, sitting with Tataru in front of the river... It's not a bad way to go. It's peaceful, a contrast to the dark of his head in his lonesome. The sorcerer all but drops his guard, a quiet sort of succumbing to this moment that doesn't involve confessions or explanations, just... an innocent welcoming of another person into his space. The feeling of her against his fingertips, against his chest, for all that his nerve sensation's so dulled from abuse. She has a presence big enough not to overlook, and he feels safe.]