She was right. He glanced up at the ceiling. The gales seemed to calm considerably, such that the floor above no longer rattled and the whistling had ceased seeping through the stone. Though the winds had not fully settled, it would appear that the storm had indeed passed. He remained sitting for some time before standing. He slipped the runestone back into the tabard, patting it briefly as if to make sure it did not vanish. The sword was slipped into its holster, and he pulled the gauntlets onto his hands, fastening the straps and buckles with remarkable speed.
Trust? Was that his concern? No. It was simply...difficult to consider his own loneliness. To speak of it. It was a new sensation. He had never been in such a circumstance that forced him to reconsider his place. What he was expected to do.
He let forth a breath, having relaxed considerably since being able to stand. Kasrjin glanced at Roen again, a small smile creasing her face. Though their discussion had been treading on unknown territory before, his own expression ceased in its austerity and became...neutral. Comfortable.
Despite this, they seem to have come to an understanding.
“Then you have found a purpose,†he murmured in observation. “And some of your resolve.â€
He glanced at the ceiling again. “This land...it is odd. It is another world. In such a setting, it is difficult to keep hold of one’s resolve, surrounded by what they do not know.†The Xaela regarded the paladin again, emerald eyes sharp in examining her. “Find the familiar, and you may find determination to see the next sun.†He returned her grin with a very small, slight one of his own, cracking through his usual severity like a ray of light filtering through a broken window.
He adjusted his armour and the position of the sword on his back, as if checking that everything was in its place. Following this was a series of stretches to work out the kinks in his joints from having been immobile for an unknown amount of time. His eyes flashed towards the stairway to the ground floor before he looked at Roen again. “Do you require assistance in your endeavour?†The Xaela raised a hand upward to the stables where the chocobos were resting, their warbling having calmed in the aftermath of the storm. “The storm alters the terrain. An extra sword may not go unused.â€
Trust? Was that his concern? No. It was simply...difficult to consider his own loneliness. To speak of it. It was a new sensation. He had never been in such a circumstance that forced him to reconsider his place. What he was expected to do.
He let forth a breath, having relaxed considerably since being able to stand. Kasrjin glanced at Roen again, a small smile creasing her face. Though their discussion had been treading on unknown territory before, his own expression ceased in its austerity and became...neutral. Comfortable.
Despite this, they seem to have come to an understanding.
“Then you have found a purpose,†he murmured in observation. “And some of your resolve.â€
He glanced at the ceiling again. “This land...it is odd. It is another world. In such a setting, it is difficult to keep hold of one’s resolve, surrounded by what they do not know.†The Xaela regarded the paladin again, emerald eyes sharp in examining her. “Find the familiar, and you may find determination to see the next sun.†He returned her grin with a very small, slight one of his own, cracking through his usual severity like a ray of light filtering through a broken window.
He adjusted his armour and the position of the sword on his back, as if checking that everything was in its place. Following this was a series of stretches to work out the kinks in his joints from having been immobile for an unknown amount of time. His eyes flashed towards the stairway to the ground floor before he looked at Roen again. “Do you require assistance in your endeavour?†The Xaela raised a hand upward to the stables where the chocobos were resting, their warbling having calmed in the aftermath of the storm. “The storm alters the terrain. An extra sword may not go unused.â€
