[ She lets out another small breath, wavering and wet with emotion. When she dares glance up to see his broad back facing her Era struggles with the urge to offer some comfort. Would he want the hands that killed his children to touch him?
As her internal conflict rages on she begins thoughtlessly picking at the scales on the back of her hand, pulling a loose ones free and then squeezing them in her palm with force enough that the sharp edges cut flesh. She stops once she feels the sting of pain, staring at the blood on her hand.
How fitting, she thinks, pocketing the scales for later use.
Seeing Gaius still struggling, Era steps forward to his flank and holds out her uninjured hand in silent offerance. ]
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As her internal conflict rages on she begins thoughtlessly picking at the scales on the back of her hand, pulling a loose ones free and then squeezing them in her palm with force enough that the sharp edges cut flesh. She stops once she feels the sting of pain, staring at the blood on her hand.
How fitting, she thinks, pocketing the scales for later use.
Seeing Gaius still struggling, Era steps forward to his flank and holds out her uninjured hand in silent offerance. ]