Oh, she wishes she could tuck herself against him. Hide her face in his chest and go without a mask and just stay close. The scale of his life is... Daunting, even to her, but... What kind of barrier could it be, if fate brings them together? None at all, of course.
And his offer... Why shouldn't she? This is the man that was her husband, that was hers. Ryja trusts her vision. "I could. I do not mind it being a little cramped, so long as I have at least a small space to myself." She needs somewhere to lay out her books and read in private, to do readings unobserved, to take time and consider each omen she saw that day. Neither Astrology nor the arts of the Scholar require her to meditate, but they require clear and open minds.
"Are you sure, Tarantulas? It is a lot, to move a partner, or even just what we are to each other right now, into your space, for most. For Viera, we do not have an equivalent, really."
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Oh, she wishes she could tuck herself against him. Hide her face in his chest and go without a mask and just stay close. The scale of his life is... Daunting, even to her, but... What kind of barrier could it be, if fate brings them together? None at all, of course.
And his offer... Why shouldn't she? This is the man that was her husband, that was hers. Ryja trusts her vision. "I could. I do not mind it being a little cramped, so long as I have at least a small space to myself." She needs somewhere to lay out her books and read in private, to do readings unobserved, to take time and consider each omen she saw that day. Neither Astrology nor the arts of the Scholar require her to meditate, but they require clear and open minds.
"Are you sure, Tarantulas? It is a lot, to move a partner, or even just what we are to each other right now, into your space, for most. For Viera, we do not have an equivalent, really."