This might be noted: having on hand a gift meant for Wysteria usurps even this line of questioning.
The matter is left by the wayside. Ellis does not need to contradict her: yes, it looks grim. (No one need discuss that it had been very grim.) No, Ruadh would have been able to do nothing for it.
It is not for her to worry about. It is over and done with and the scar will fade in time. In the moment, Ellis pushes his pack back beneath the bed. Rises with a soft exhale of breath to sit beside her. At her knee, Ruadh leans a bit further across Wysteria's knee, head tipping under her hand to illustrate where best he would like to be scratched without any concern as to incoming gifts or topics of conversation.
"Aye, this is for you."
It is a small parcel, loosely knotted with twine, easily unpicked one-handed. Ellis puts it it into her lap, leans forward to observe the unwrapping with his elbows resting on his knees.
There are two pouches inside of soft velvet, ties similarly loosened for her benefit. The first contains a ball locket, delicately engraved. Close inspection might reveal traces of a name that had once occupied the front of the pendant, but has since but obscured by looping, feathered patterns. A secondlocket occupies the second bag, wreathed in pearls, clear glass center gleaming in the firelight. The chains on both are of a deliberately chosen length: long enough to slip over her head without managing the clasp.
Beside her, Ellis' hands come together, right hand over his left. Quietly awaiting her verdict.
no subject
The matter is left by the wayside. Ellis does not need to contradict her: yes, it looks grim. (No one need discuss that it had been very grim.) No, Ruadh would have been able to do nothing for it.
It is not for her to worry about. It is over and done with and the scar will fade in time. In the moment, Ellis pushes his pack back beneath the bed. Rises with a soft exhale of breath to sit beside her. At her knee, Ruadh leans a bit further across Wysteria's knee, head tipping under her hand to illustrate where best he would like to be scratched without any concern as to incoming gifts or topics of conversation.
"Aye, this is for you."
It is a small parcel, loosely knotted with twine, easily unpicked one-handed. Ellis puts it it into her lap, leans forward to observe the unwrapping with his elbows resting on his knees.
There are two pouches inside of soft velvet, ties similarly loosened for her benefit. The first contains a ball locket, delicately engraved. Close inspection might reveal traces of a name that had once occupied the front of the pendant, but has since but obscured by looping, feathered patterns. A second locket occupies the second bag, wreathed in pearls, clear glass center gleaming in the firelight. The chains on both are of a deliberately chosen length: long enough to slip over her head without managing the clasp.
Beside her, Ellis' hands come together, right hand over his left. Quietly awaiting her verdict.