[ Had she been looking to his face Era would have been confused by his expressions, but she keeps her head down and shoulders faintly raised; an unconscious posturing meant to mask the feelings painted across her face. It is a contrast to the self-assured confidence Gaius would be accustomed to seeing from her. At home she was the Warrior of Light. Eorzea's champion and Hydaelyn's chosen.
Here, she is just Era, a stranger she isn't sure she likes. Someone who has little worth in the confines of this world, and no real place.
The squeeze of her hand prompts her to return the gesture in reflex. Gaius' question is answered by a nod, and she is more than happy to stay near the man's side as he guides them to a nearby bench. ]
He treats me like I am something precious. [ Era speaks quietly, her tone filled with fondness, and laced with both confusion and awe. ] He knows I will not break, but treats me so gently all the same.
[ She continues in almost a whisper, as though confessing a secret: ] Sometimes it is still strange to me, being reminded that touch can be so... tender? It is nice. Touch used to be only pain, but now it is warmth and safety.
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Here, she is just Era, a stranger she isn't sure she likes. Someone who has little worth in the confines of this world, and no real place.
The squeeze of her hand prompts her to return the gesture in reflex. Gaius' question is answered by a nod, and she is more than happy to stay near the man's side as he guides them to a nearby bench. ]
He treats me like I am something precious. [ Era speaks quietly, her tone filled with fondness, and laced with both confusion and awe. ] He knows I will not break, but treats me so gently all the same.
[ She continues in almost a whisper, as though confessing a secret: ] Sometimes it is still strange to me, being reminded that touch can be so... tender? It is nice. Touch used to be only pain, but now it is warmth and safety.