Erik returned to lay as she had asked, finding it strange to have so much comfort in it. Comfort was such a foreign thing to him... was that normal? His ears perked when she spoke the name of his goddess, "I am a Priest of Halone in my private life, though I fear I am often unworthy." As she spoke on, the word "hurt" passed her lips and he felt its effect.
What was stranger then all was his sudden willingness to speak on it, he had talked on it to no one. "There is... much that has happened over the past many months. I was.... very...." He trailed off, not wishing to upset the kind woman, such terrible things. He had not spoken of what had happened except in his debriefing. Even his sister, whom he was closest, had heard not a word.
Even thinking of his time in the highlands caused an involuntary shiver, much a front to his pride and honor. "Would you hear what...." He stops, unable to even form the words. He wished to share his pain, he knew the longer he held it the more he would change. He had been through so much in his life, but this, the events of Ishgard had effected him more then anything for some reason. And the boy who had died in the north just seemed to make it more drastic. Erik had been in command of men since before his twentieth year, and had lost many men, but this boy seemed to be one to many.
He prayed she would not take offence and he turned his face to adownward angle toward her knees, trying to hide the tear that had escaped his eye as he thought on all this.
What was stranger then all was his sudden willingness to speak on it, he had talked on it to no one. "There is... much that has happened over the past many months. I was.... very...." He trailed off, not wishing to upset the kind woman, such terrible things. He had not spoken of what had happened except in his debriefing. Even his sister, whom he was closest, had heard not a word.
Even thinking of his time in the highlands caused an involuntary shiver, much a front to his pride and honor. "Would you hear what...." He stops, unable to even form the words. He wished to share his pain, he knew the longer he held it the more he would change. He had been through so much in his life, but this, the events of Ishgard had effected him more then anything for some reason. And the boy who had died in the north just seemed to make it more drastic. Erik had been in command of men since before his twentieth year, and had lost many men, but this boy seemed to be one to many.
He prayed she would not take offence and he turned his face to adownward angle toward her knees, trying to hide the tear that had escaped his eye as he thought on all this.
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