[All at once he feels grateful for something that is not in her control, as though she could choose who she remembers or when she was pulled from. That fear and despair at the loss of her instantly dries, withering under the flame in her eyes. He didn't believe in Gods, but he should have believed that those who brought them here would keep their word.
He's careful not to let himself get swept in emotion, knowing better than to reach out and draw her into something she might not wish. The gentle squeeze of her hand is enough before he lets go of her arm. He and the man that ran moments before had something in common, she was an intimidating figure, though for different reasons.
She had a power over him that was difficult to explain or describe, leaving him helpless in following it.]
The same as you. [The storm, a promise and waking from a deep slumber.] I was here a bit longer, I think.
[It was a long enough to drown any hope of seeing her again.]
He's got a type, apparently >)
He's careful not to let himself get swept in emotion, knowing better than to reach out and draw her into something she might not wish. The gentle squeeze of her hand is enough before he lets go of her arm. He and the man that ran moments before had something in common, she was an intimidating figure, though for different reasons.
She had a power over him that was difficult to explain or describe, leaving him helpless in following it.]
The same as you. [The storm, a promise and waking from a deep slumber.] I was here a bit longer, I think.
[It was a long enough to drown any hope of seeing her again.]
I couldn't find you. I looked.