[ He's neat and trim, dressed not in the uniform of an expeditioner but in clean, tailored workday clothes. The only dirt and grime that's been on him in the better part of a week came from flowerpots and farmlands; he's clean and well-rested, bright-eyed and relaxed.
His smile falters and vanishes as he looks at her, brow furrowing slightly in dismay. She says his name in a choked voice and the sun gleams off the tears that stream down her cheeks, and he sets his coffee down and is on his feet in the same instant, moving with all the graceful speed of a trained swordsman. ]
Heyโ
[ A few steps of his long legs and he's there, arms going around her, pulling her against him as he curves down to meet her, his voice gentle. ]
Hey, hey, heyโ Maelle. It's all right. Whatever it is, it's all right.
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His smile falters and vanishes as he looks at her, brow furrowing slightly in dismay. She says his name in a choked voice and the sun gleams off the tears that stream down her cheeks, and he sets his coffee down and is on his feet in the same instant, moving with all the graceful speed of a trained swordsman. ]
Heyโ
[ A few steps of his long legs and he's there, arms going around her, pulling her against him as he curves down to meet her, his voice gentle. ]
Hey, hey, heyโ Maelle. It's all right. Whatever it is, it's all right.