She nods her agreement. Yes, as a matter of fact, she does think he spends far too much time dwelling on the past. Still, its just something she's grown concerned about with him. Especially since she simply cannot see how someone she has come to regard so well, saying such things about himself.
Everything is fine until he mentions her role, and especially the fact that she went back. Now it's her turn to stiffen slightly, it's her turn to feel awkward. And where he would be self-depreciating, she only says "I was protected well, and too, I was not alone" and pushes away any compliments and talk of whatever role that she may have played.
In other words, 'hello pot? Kettle calling'.
The fire is low, a few pieces of log, and bright embers. And it is warm, darker too. The sun will come up in a few hours, but fortunately this time of year there is no 'false dawn' to wake them too early.
"If you'd like, I can get up now. I know I likely feel heavy, especially since you've had to hold me a while. And we both need sleep." Mara murmurs, her eyes closing longer, and not opening as fast.
"Or we can just nap here for now. Its up to you, Maxim. I may be able to reach the throw rug on that end of the couch from here - but your arms are longer." It is very much up to him. Because at this particular moment, she's not about to move unless he wants her to. Tired faeling is tired.
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Date: 2015-03-04 03:48 pm (UTC)Everything is fine until he mentions her role, and especially the fact that she went back. Now it's her turn to stiffen slightly, it's her turn to feel awkward. And where he would be self-depreciating, she only says "I was protected well, and too, I was not alone" and pushes away any compliments and talk of whatever role that she may have played.
In other words, 'hello pot? Kettle calling'.
The fire is low, a few pieces of log, and bright embers. And it is warm, darker too. The sun will come up in a few hours, but fortunately this time of year there is no 'false dawn' to wake them too early.
"If you'd like, I can get up now. I know I likely feel heavy, especially since you've had to hold me a while. And we both need sleep." Mara murmurs, her eyes closing longer, and not opening as fast.
"Or we can just nap here for now. Its up to you, Maxim. I may be able to reach the throw rug on that end of the couch from here - but your arms are longer." It is very much up to him. Because at this particular moment, she's not about to move unless he wants her to. Tired faeling is tired.