blessedmaiden | Sad nights in a tent

Sometimes the summoner wondered if the would would ever manage to stay peaceful for more than a week considering how everytime they fixed something more issues showed up. She missed the Feymarch, the security of feeling a roof over her head, the costant company of her beloved eidolons, the security that things weren't going to change... yet now she was traveling in Cecil's group and she knew there was no way back- not that she wanted to abandon her friends, of course. After entering in the small tent she decided to share with Kain (No way she was going to sleep with Edge and Cecil and Rosa... well, she couldn't ask them anyway) the summoner threw her pelts on the ground, trying to make some sort of mattress between her and the rocky surface of the area where they decided to build their camp.

"Uff..." Rydia closed her eyes, leaning on her improvised bedding and throwing one last pelt on her shoulders trying to find some warmth, too bad summoning Ifrit would require costant concentration in the human world and napping at his side wasn't an option. "What a week, wasn't it?"

It was probably a bad idea to talk with the dragoon since he didn't even bother to turn around when she entered, just offering her his back and ignoring her presence but... she was so used to have someone around in the Feymarch she almost felt the need to interact with him not even realizing that, with all that he passed, the main probably needed his time alone.

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She shakes her head, chuckling against his head "You should be ready to receive some strange questions, then, apparently my manners are more than unappropriate for a human lady, at least according to the other ladies I've had the pleasure to interact with." Aka, Rosa "having certain things explained will certainly be... helpful." It's not like Rydia is going to ask so many questions anyway, as fascinating as human customs are she's not planning to stay between them and it's rare that they have enough time to slow down and chat anyway, but she appreciates the offer. But now it's not about her, isn't it?

And there's a bit of pride in being considered strong, she knows to be part of a great team yet it's still nice to hear that kind of comments. Her hands slide down when he looks up at her, just resting on his hips while she ponders in silence. It's... hard to understand that kind of reasonings since no one in her world considers repressing emotions but she heard about 'stoic heroes' and this kind of things so... "It sounds silly..." the summoner admits looking down at him, trying o find his eyes in the darkness of the tent "but it's your way of living and I shouldn't make fun of it, nor I should look down at you because this makes no sense to me." Her hands move again and she affectionately scratches his chin again, still trying to look in his eyes. It's so strange to be so close o the dragoon considering how they barely spoke to each other, yet she wants to understand him a bit better now even if she can't completely explain now. Rydia had always been so open about her feeling, she considered part of her strenght, it's almost fascinating how he seems to be on the opposite side.
"I don't think you're weak because you let me see this side of you. To be completely honest, I think it took you some courage to open up like this, especially considering we're almost strangers outside the battlefield."

"... Kain?" she raises an eyebrow "How do you feel now? I mean... after letting this out?"

“I can handle strange questions. Don’t worry. It’s… the least I can do…” He feels bad, burdening her with all of this. It’s not as if they’ve gotten to be very close yet, though this whole situation is making him wish that they had been close all along. He’s done a little too well with pushing everyone away, even including his best friends. But for a long time he’d assumed Rydia wanted little to do with him, thanks to what he and Cecil had done in Mist.

What she’s saying though… it’s something he needed to hear. It’s really sinking in how strange this is for her as it is for him. She wears her emotions on her sleeve, all there for the world to see. And he’s the opposite, repressed and always hiding his true feelings. “Nor do I look down on you, either. I never could. In fact, I respect you. I’ve always respected you in battle, of course, but beyond that… You’re not afraid to let your true feelings show… that takes a very different sort of bravery than the sort I’m used to.” And it’s a sort that he doesn’t have. He’s fearless in combat, but when it comes to dealing with his emotions… he’s a mess.

“I’m sorry about that, by the way. We should have spoken a long time ago… I just thought… perhaps you wouldn’t want to… after everything that happened.” Ah, that scratching feels so good. His eyes finally meet hers. “...and… I feel better.” He rubs at his eyes, clearing them, although they’re still a little wet and a bit red from the crying. “Much better than before. I didn’t realize just how much I’ve needed this…”

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