[ Messer thinks that on some level, he ought to be surprised at how easy she makes it all sound. But he isn't, not really. Within Walküre, she shines like that, but it graces her beyond it too — a strength that soothes, and a kindness that has always been unconditional. Her touch warms him as much as her voice, especially saying two words he hadn't known mattered so much until now. Messer nods, in action that is nearly deferential. ]
I'm home.
[ He'd probably be content to stay there for as long as she'd let him if not for the following action, the sharp jerk away from him. Whatever state he's in, he can't slough off his years of training, his years of looking after her, and he starts, gaze sharpening. Seeing that it's not immediately serious doesn't ease his expression, at least for a second or two.
Messer hadn't asked how long it'd been. Now it just seems in poor taste to do so, too sore a subject to invite back in. Instead, he shifts his arm over, clearing a space next to him close enough to where she won't have to reach so far. And — ]
no subject
I'm home.
[ He'd probably be content to stay there for as long as she'd let him if not for the following action, the sharp jerk away from him. Whatever state he's in, he can't slough off his years of training, his years of looking after her, and he starts, gaze sharpening. Seeing that it's not immediately serious doesn't ease his expression, at least for a second or two.
Messer hadn't asked how long it'd been. Now it just seems in poor taste to do so, too sore a subject to invite back in. Instead, he shifts his arm over, clearing a space next to him close enough to where she won't have to reach so far. And — ]
You've done plenty for me already. Are you cold?
[ Yeah, he noticed. ]