Clover's face remained slightly down, even when her eyes had opened. She didn't look at him, didn't emit any sort of movement, not even when he reached out to remove a small leaf from her hair. The contact, brief as it was, left a soft and tickling feeling on her head. Her grandpa would stroke her hair sometimes; it was something she'd always loved.
"I'm sorry."
She finally said, still not moving from her position, as if her whole body had become too heavy for her to even try. Regardless of her guilt, Andre's music had lulled her into a relaxed state.
"That time, you had to fight for us. You had to experience the pain of steel piercing through your flesh, and the fear of losing everything in a matter of seconds."
Her voice was soft and almost toneless, as if she was half asleep. Or perhaps it was the guilt turning her tone into a weak sound.
"It must have been painful."
"I'm sorry."
She finally said, still not moving from her position, as if her whole body had become too heavy for her to even try. Regardless of her guilt, Andre's music had lulled her into a relaxed state.
"That time, you had to fight for us. You had to experience the pain of steel piercing through your flesh, and the fear of losing everything in a matter of seconds."
Her voice was soft and almost toneless, as if she was half asleep. Or perhaps it was the guilt turning her tone into a weak sound.
"It must have been painful."
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
