[ She freezes. It's been a long, long time since she was ever stiff in his arms - even when she was still fearful, she was pliant as a doll, ready to be handled and manhandled as the Mors King desired. But now, she's stiff as a board, even if her body is as soft as ever. She's a perfect fit in his arms but she's tense and rigid, her breath coming a little too quickly. It's the behaviour of a well-disciplined pet doing everything it can not to tremble before its master.
His voice is so quiet. So soft. She doesn't have to strain to hear him and yet she can't make any sense of what he's saying. She shouldn't question him, shouldn't speak out of turn. His warmth and weight behind her are a comfort and a cage and the Saintess isn't sure which is worse.
She swallows hard. Her fingers tighten around her shift. ]
... wh.. why would you apologize to me? I... I was the one who forgot my place. I was disrespectful.
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His voice is so quiet. So soft. She doesn't have to strain to hear him and yet she can't make any sense of what he's saying. She shouldn't question him, shouldn't speak out of turn. His warmth and weight behind her are a comfort and a cage and the Saintess isn't sure which is worse.
She swallows hard. Her fingers tighten around her shift. ]
... wh.. why would you apologize to me? I... I was the one who forgot my place. I was disrespectful.