Recharging his rings, while not exhausting work, can be a little draining. He's been dozing some, but lightly enough that the first movements of the cat on his lap is enough to rouse him. As soon as he sees a few more have picked up on someone coming, he slides the cat off gently and levers himself up, heading slowly for the door in anticipation of her return.
When Mara opens the door, he's a looming figure silhouetted by candle-and-firelight, the cats meandering around his feet, but also looking to her. Her appearance, his own mental sluggishness, or a combination of both, renders him speechless for a moment. "It's all right, I was..." He pauses, seeing the tears fall, and begins to flounder mentally. Emotional affairs have always been tricky ground, for Horvath, and crying women or children make him awkward. He's never quite sure what to say or do to make it stop. Only one thing does ever seem to help at all, and after a little wordless stammering, Horvath crosses the remaining distance between them in a few quick swings on the crutches, then props the left one against the wall so he can sweep her closer in a hug. "Easy... are you badly hurt?" The bandage hasn't escaped his attention, although he suspects she wouldn't have been sent home if she were seriously injured, at least physically.
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Date: 2015-02-28 04:02 pm (UTC)When Mara opens the door, he's a looming figure silhouetted by candle-and-firelight, the cats meandering around his feet, but also looking to her. Her appearance, his own mental sluggishness, or a combination of both, renders him speechless for a moment. "It's all right, I was..." He pauses, seeing the tears fall, and begins to flounder mentally. Emotional affairs have always been tricky ground, for Horvath, and crying women or children make him awkward. He's never quite sure what to say or do to make it stop. Only one thing does ever seem to help at all, and after a little wordless stammering, Horvath crosses the remaining distance between them in a few quick swings on the crutches, then props the left one against the wall so he can sweep her closer in a hug. "Easy... are you badly hurt?" The bandage hasn't escaped his attention, although he suspects she wouldn't have been sent home if she were seriously injured, at least physically.