There is no point in assuring her he’ll remain. He will always remain; that is his damning fate, and the tether that brought him to her to begin with.
And with the smell of bonfire smoke running high in the air, Noah slips his arm beneath her head, drawing her more tightly against him, silvered stare fitted to the ceiling overhead.
There, the words that slip from his lips come thoughtlessly. Old stories, the ones told to him as a boy. Tales of Ivalice long since left to rot elsewhere, lingering still within his mind. Perhaps a meager comfort to a woman with so little else to keep her.
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And with the smell of bonfire smoke running high in the air, Noah slips his arm beneath her head, drawing her more tightly against him, silvered stare fitted to the ceiling overhead.
There, the words that slip from his lips come thoughtlessly. Old stories, the ones told to him as a boy. Tales of Ivalice long since left to rot elsewhere, lingering still within his mind. Perhaps a meager comfort to a woman with so little else to keep her.
It will take hours before they run dry.