"Hey, are you alright?" A hand fell on his shoulder, and he looked up, instinctively defiant. Cecily was back. "Revyn, what's wrong? Have you been crying? What happened?"
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with."
"Don't lie."
"I was--It was that Stonefist man. Him and some of his friends showed up..." he trailed off.
She frowned, suddenly dangerous. "Galmar Stonefist?"
What in Oblivion does she think she could do, even if it was him?, the Dunmer wondered. "No, the stupid one. The drunk."
"Oh."Cecily glanced up and down the road as if she thought they might return. "Come on. Let's get you home. Here, I'll help you."
Revyn wasn't really in a position to object. Together they made their way a few streets down, back to the shop. Cecily was unusually silent, and Revyn was a little thankful. Keeping any kind of conversation up was a bit beyond him right now. It felt longer than it took to get back to the shop. Cecily shoved the door open with her free shoulder and closed it behind them with her foot. Sadri stepped away from her then, and leaned against the counter.
"Thank you for your help," he said, a bit shortly. "I can take care of myself from here." He really was grateful for her help. But he hated to be seen like this, and he hated to be a burden to anyone.
Cecily folded her arms, seemed about to say something impatient. But she noticed the look on the other elf's face, and her expression softened. "You're hurt. I'm a healer, and I'm your friend. It's not a trouble to me, to help you. I want to help you."
Revyn was silent. It had been a very long time since anyone had shown him kindness, and he was unsure how to react. "Alright," he said at last. Cecily put his arm over her shoulders and together, they made their way to his room at the back of the shop.
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Re: F!PC/Revyn Sadri
Date: 2013-07-01 05:26 am (UTC)"Hey, are you alright?" A hand fell on his shoulder, and he looked up, instinctively defiant. Cecily was back. "Revyn, what's wrong? Have you been crying? What happened?"
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with."
"Don't lie."
"I was--It was that Stonefist man. Him and some of his friends showed up..." he trailed off.
She frowned, suddenly dangerous. "Galmar Stonefist?"
What in Oblivion does she think she could do, even if it was him?, the Dunmer wondered. "No, the stupid one. The drunk."
"Oh."Cecily glanced up and down the road as if she thought they might return. "Come on. Let's get you home. Here, I'll help you."
Revyn wasn't really in a position to object. Together they made their way a few streets down, back to the shop. Cecily was unusually silent, and Revyn was a little thankful. Keeping any kind of conversation up was a bit beyond him right now. It felt longer than it took to get back to the shop. Cecily shoved the door open with her free shoulder and closed it behind them with her foot. Sadri stepped away from her then, and leaned against the counter.
"Thank you for your help," he said, a bit shortly. "I can take care of myself from here." He really was grateful for her help. But he hated to be seen like this, and he hated to be a burden to anyone.
Cecily folded her arms, seemed about to say something impatient. But she noticed the look on the other elf's face, and her expression softened. "You're hurt. I'm a healer, and I'm your friend. It's not a trouble to me, to help you. I want to help you."
Revyn was silent. It had been a very long time since anyone had shown him kindness, and he was unsure how to react. "Alright," he said at last. Cecily put his arm over her shoulders and together, they made their way to his room at the back of the shop.