So close, she could feel her hand aching to jump up and find their way around that delicate throat. It wouldn't take much. But it wasn't the right thing to do, as good as it might feel to hear no more from him. So Illira stayed her hand, turning to look at him out of a glance. But all it made her do was shiver and feel as if she were about to retch. Her eyes rebounded to look at the empty wall on the other side of the room, not able to say anything.
Smiling, D'hein gestured with his open palms once more. "See, I think deep down it really is self-apparent that I mean well. Things just get too big when we take them in all at once. We should take things piecemeal and confront them together."
The tightly knit braids that kept hair in neat order worked against her now, unable to provide a drawn curtain between her and D'hein, "You should stop talking now."
"Fine, I'll give you time." He stepped back very slightly, a mostly symbolic gesture, and waited.
She was in limbo, with the man watching. Inaction had never suited her well, but neither had self pity. So she deflected, "You said your best friend died, didn't you? Why are you not out mourning them?"
"I am presently in mourning." He answered, plainly, then gestured vaguely to the outside. "Antimony conducted some kind of ceremony on my behalf, although I don't understand its purpose. That's really all I have time for. My daughter has run off under dubious circumstances and must be found."
"Then I will say again, though for different reasons. You should not be here. I have lasted a long time D'hein. I will not wilt like a flower because you aren't here hold me, I do better without you."
"Say it however you want, I'm not leaving you alone. Don't mistake this for coddling. You're dangerous, so I'm not letting you out of my sight."
A heavy breath left the Elezen's chest as she looked to almost crumble inward, "Then perhaps I should join you in your search. If I am not already as crazy as you claim, I surely will be if I sit in a room with you refusing to leave."
"Ah, well, you see." he joined his hands together in front of him and looked down at them. "The daughter in question is also Antimony's daughter that I had adopted a long time ago and I'm not sure that Antimony does not loathe you presently, so I thought I'd just... I'm not sure... We're leaving Ul'dah, and..."
He popped up his head and smiled at Illira. "And you sure could use a break from Ul'dah! That sounds helpful, doesn't it?"
"No. But it is better than staying in here with you blathering," She turned slightly towards the man, "I do not idle well."
"That's a virtue," D'hein held up a finger, forcing himself to beam through his tired features. His weary tail even shifted. "Now, then, the plan is to leave as soon as Antimony and I have had a nap. Unless I've used up all of that time." His expression dropped into one of critical concern. "Oh, no, how long have we been talking?"
"I would have no idea. But please, go take a nap, it sounds like such a useful thing to do with your time," a slight smirk found its way onto Illira's face.
"I haven't slept in two days. Lest you think I haven't mourned properly." He turned, then, stepping towards the door. "If you really intend to tag along, I'll give you an hour to prepare yourself. I'm like to spend the time talking Antimony into it."
"Just go," she said, "No need to continue dithering about here."
"I'm not dithering. I'm telling you I'll be back in an hour." He opened the door and spun to step out of it backward. "So, I'll be seeing you then."
Illira just made a noncommittal grunt, turning away from the door and walking towards the room's desk.
Smiling, D'hein gestured with his open palms once more. "See, I think deep down it really is self-apparent that I mean well. Things just get too big when we take them in all at once. We should take things piecemeal and confront them together."
The tightly knit braids that kept hair in neat order worked against her now, unable to provide a drawn curtain between her and D'hein, "You should stop talking now."
"Fine, I'll give you time." He stepped back very slightly, a mostly symbolic gesture, and waited.
She was in limbo, with the man watching. Inaction had never suited her well, but neither had self pity. So she deflected, "You said your best friend died, didn't you? Why are you not out mourning them?"
"I am presently in mourning." He answered, plainly, then gestured vaguely to the outside. "Antimony conducted some kind of ceremony on my behalf, although I don't understand its purpose. That's really all I have time for. My daughter has run off under dubious circumstances and must be found."
"Then I will say again, though for different reasons. You should not be here. I have lasted a long time D'hein. I will not wilt like a flower because you aren't here hold me, I do better without you."
"Say it however you want, I'm not leaving you alone. Don't mistake this for coddling. You're dangerous, so I'm not letting you out of my sight."
A heavy breath left the Elezen's chest as she looked to almost crumble inward, "Then perhaps I should join you in your search. If I am not already as crazy as you claim, I surely will be if I sit in a room with you refusing to leave."
"Ah, well, you see." he joined his hands together in front of him and looked down at them. "The daughter in question is also Antimony's daughter that I had adopted a long time ago and I'm not sure that Antimony does not loathe you presently, so I thought I'd just... I'm not sure... We're leaving Ul'dah, and..."
He popped up his head and smiled at Illira. "And you sure could use a break from Ul'dah! That sounds helpful, doesn't it?"
"No. But it is better than staying in here with you blathering," She turned slightly towards the man, "I do not idle well."
"That's a virtue," D'hein held up a finger, forcing himself to beam through his tired features. His weary tail even shifted. "Now, then, the plan is to leave as soon as Antimony and I have had a nap. Unless I've used up all of that time." His expression dropped into one of critical concern. "Oh, no, how long have we been talking?"
"I would have no idea. But please, go take a nap, it sounds like such a useful thing to do with your time," a slight smirk found its way onto Illira's face.
"I haven't slept in two days. Lest you think I haven't mourned properly." He turned, then, stepping towards the door. "If you really intend to tag along, I'll give you an hour to prepare yourself. I'm like to spend the time talking Antimony into it."
"Just go," she said, "No need to continue dithering about here."
"I'm not dithering. I'm telling you I'll be back in an hour." He opened the door and spun to step out of it backward. "So, I'll be seeing you then."
Illira just made a noncommittal grunt, turning away from the door and walking towards the room's desk.
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