"That's just stupid, Kain." She rolls her eyes and leans back on the pelts, trying to pull him back with her: perhaps if he's comfortable enough he'll relax and even fall asleep, that sounds 8in her head, at least) like a solid plan. And how to deal with him now? Men have their silly... pride and all. Perhaps she should sound "This is no burden. You need support, I need warmth, everybody wins and we are... uhn... comrades with benefits." This will make him feel better about this whole situation, right?
The woman keeps cuddling him as she knows, ignoring the sobs and caressing his back after throwing one of the pelts over his shoulders. Physical contact is easier for Rydia than words and where her sentences sounded almost cold at least the way she touches the dragoon clearly says 'don't worry I'm here'.
"Don't thank me, you big puppy." The woman rubs her nose against his neck "We're all supposed to help each other, right? I had my small breakdown myself too, wanting to run back in the Feymarch, it happens to be like this." And a smile appeares on her lips when the man's sobs seem to slow down, finally. Rydia squeezes his waist a couple of times before leaning her chin on his shoulder "And I swear-" Her voice is now a whisper "Whatever happens in this tent will stay in this tent."
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Date: 2016-04-27 09:36 pm (UTC)The woman keeps cuddling him as she knows, ignoring the sobs and caressing his back after throwing one of the pelts over his shoulders. Physical contact is easier for Rydia than words and where her sentences sounded almost cold at least the way she touches the dragoon clearly says 'don't worry I'm here'.
"Don't thank me, you big puppy." The woman rubs her nose against his neck "We're all supposed to help each other, right? I had my small breakdown myself too, wanting to run back in the Feymarch, it happens to be like this." And a smile appeares on her lips when the man's sobs seem to slow down, finally. Rydia squeezes his waist a couple of times before leaning her chin on his shoulder "And I swear-" Her voice is now a whisper "Whatever happens in this tent will stay in this tent."