Jancis dropped her hand, eyes steadily looking at the door. Instinctively her hand went for the door handle.
And it worked. The gust of air that came in from the door swinging was noticable, wrinkling the unheaved sheets as it passed, as Jancis let herself in. Closing the door behind, her steps were sure as she approached him.
Her eyes adjusted to the dimmer room in the time it took to close the distance. Taking all she saw, there was no hesitation in her step. Kneeling down and sinking down to his level, her hands were quick to help him sit up, taking his elbow and shoulder. He was certainly a much larger man, and she had to use her form to assist in that offer to get him back upright.
Reaching up to the bed, she pulled on the top blanket, ruining what was made of the bed, and dragged it around Franz's shoulders. There was a bit of fussing as it bundled around him. Finally, after that, she looked him in the eye.
She hadn't the idea of all the chaotic thoughts that passed through his mind for the past couple hours. The beratement he was giving himself. The conflicting feelings that cycled around to the same conclusion; a worthless hunk of man passively hoping to be done, for the ultimate solution to any problem. The isolation that was easier to accept than failing once more.
He had been right. Jancis sat there in front of him on the floor, tucking blankets around the man, taking him for the face value of whatever he had shown her. Blissfully ignorant of the flaws and horrors in his mind.
Why wouldn't she? In her mind, she felt related to him. A person lost from another place building up life and experiences. A man that had lost his own. She knew he was Garlean; he'd shown her his face without any illusion to it. Confessed his fear of harming her and the grief he felt to the other man that... that was a part of him? Was it two men she looked at? Even if that was the case, the soul of the man had given for what he believed a worthy cause. Franz. And every action since then had been with little reward.
The urge to support was intense; and her own mind was in disagreement. She also had thoughts about how much the man in front of her deserved. To help him piece together his memory. To figure out more about his wife and child and return to them.
So she sat in front of him, not smiling and not frowning. Just looking at Franz in the dim room, her eyes and attention his for the next reaction, the next rejection, whatever he decided to try.
And it worked. The gust of air that came in from the door swinging was noticable, wrinkling the unheaved sheets as it passed, as Jancis let herself in. Closing the door behind, her steps were sure as she approached him.
Her eyes adjusted to the dimmer room in the time it took to close the distance. Taking all she saw, there was no hesitation in her step. Kneeling down and sinking down to his level, her hands were quick to help him sit up, taking his elbow and shoulder. He was certainly a much larger man, and she had to use her form to assist in that offer to get him back upright.
Reaching up to the bed, she pulled on the top blanket, ruining what was made of the bed, and dragged it around Franz's shoulders. There was a bit of fussing as it bundled around him. Finally, after that, she looked him in the eye.
She hadn't the idea of all the chaotic thoughts that passed through his mind for the past couple hours. The beratement he was giving himself. The conflicting feelings that cycled around to the same conclusion; a worthless hunk of man passively hoping to be done, for the ultimate solution to any problem. The isolation that was easier to accept than failing once more.
He had been right. Jancis sat there in front of him on the floor, tucking blankets around the man, taking him for the face value of whatever he had shown her. Blissfully ignorant of the flaws and horrors in his mind.
Why wouldn't she? In her mind, she felt related to him. A person lost from another place building up life and experiences. A man that had lost his own. She knew he was Garlean; he'd shown her his face without any illusion to it. Confessed his fear of harming her and the grief he felt to the other man that... that was a part of him? Was it two men she looked at? Even if that was the case, the soul of the man had given for what he believed a worthy cause. Franz. And every action since then had been with little reward.
The urge to support was intense; and her own mind was in disagreement. She also had thoughts about how much the man in front of her deserved. To help him piece together his memory. To figure out more about his wife and child and return to them.
So she sat in front of him, not smiling and not frowning. Just looking at Franz in the dim room, her eyes and attention his for the next reaction, the next rejection, whatever he decided to try.
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