"It is as you feared, Ser." The night attendant who saw to guests' late night requests delivered the news with a steady expression. She was too professional to display vivid emotion but Warren picked up on the look in her eyes. Remorse, pity, sympathy.
"Alright." He exhaled through his nose, not quite a sigh but similar enough to be mistaken. "Thank you for checking on her."
The Quicksand was near-empty, as it always was in the middle of the night. Warren had occupied a seat near the bar and thought briefly on the fact he was permitted to know these things.
Likely Aya's blessing.
He turned halfway to look over his shoulder at the pillar. Declarations of love, hastily-scrawled confessions and numerous groups of letters adorned it. Their numbers grew every day, but Warren knew where one specific group was carved in.
"She requested tea. Would you like to take it to her...?" Warren's attention snapped back to the front. He didn't notice the woman return.
"I think it's best if you do it. I won't have her feeling guilty for worrying me." He shook his head and declined.
"With respect, Ser, I do not think that is what she would feel." Still, the woman curtsied and stepped away to deliver the cup.
It wasn't until she returned that Warren made his way through the Hourglass to her door. He paced outside of it and flinched when he heard her plea and felt it rip through him like shards of glass. He stood at the doorframe and contemplated whether or not to make his presence known.
Idiot.
He knocked twice quickly, then straightened his tabard as best he could.
"Alright." He exhaled through his nose, not quite a sigh but similar enough to be mistaken. "Thank you for checking on her."
The Quicksand was near-empty, as it always was in the middle of the night. Warren had occupied a seat near the bar and thought briefly on the fact he was permitted to know these things.
Likely Aya's blessing.
He turned halfway to look over his shoulder at the pillar. Declarations of love, hastily-scrawled confessions and numerous groups of letters adorned it. Their numbers grew every day, but Warren knew where one specific group was carved in.
"She requested tea. Would you like to take it to her...?" Warren's attention snapped back to the front. He didn't notice the woman return.
"I think it's best if you do it. I won't have her feeling guilty for worrying me." He shook his head and declined.
"With respect, Ser, I do not think that is what she would feel." Still, the woman curtsied and stepped away to deliver the cup.
It wasn't until she returned that Warren made his way through the Hourglass to her door. He paced outside of it and flinched when he heard her plea and felt it rip through him like shards of glass. He stood at the doorframe and contemplated whether or not to make his presence known.
Idiot.
He knocked twice quickly, then straightened his tabard as best he could.
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