[ he looks -- to catalog. too intent stare, but that had been even before he'd become thus. Stared too long and too often. But there was always much to take in, the curve of her mouth when she spoke, how little her hands were under his broad ones. Easy to defend, for she was slight enough to cover easily.
Still he hesitates, a long drawn in breath and he weighs carefully. ]
Why do you ask this of me? I was your shadow, before this, and nothing more.
[ Expression of loathing, but perhaps he would never understand why she could want his presence. ]
action;
Still he hesitates, a long drawn in breath and he weighs carefully. ]
Why do you ask this of me? I was your shadow, before this, and nothing more.
[ Expression of loathing, but perhaps he would never understand why she could want his presence. ]