Whatever words of modesty or refusal Roen may have had, she dismissed it when she noted the Sea Wolf’s lethargy. His movements were weighed, and his speech dulled. Her sense of sympathy chased away any reticence, for the idea seemed to ignite a flash of motivation in the Roegadyn.
Roen picked herself up and settled to a seat on the cot next to him. The paladin tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, suddenly wondering what to do with her hands. She set them onto her lap, then adjusted them twice awkwardly.
“I never had someone draw me before,†she chuckled nervously and fidgeted. “Do you just want me to sit here?â€
Roen picked herself up and settled to a seat on the cot next to him. The paladin tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, suddenly wondering what to do with her hands. She set them onto her lap, then adjusted them twice awkwardly.
“I never had someone draw me before,†she chuckled nervously and fidgeted. “Do you just want me to sit here?â€
