[ there is something that speaks of honesty in his eyes, and she wonders how a man like him would have fared, in Westeros — she finds she doesn't doubt him, can't find it in herself to doubt him or his earnest offer.
a trick, he says, which means he doesn't mean to mend it the traditional way... that much she can guess. the nature of the trick? not so much, but she nods, regardless. he means well; of that, she is certain. and sometimes, that is enough. that is plenty. ]
... Thank you. I would like that, [ she says and offers him a small smile, a nod. a go-ahead, even as she twines her hands together, her blue eyes watching his intently. ]
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a trick, he says, which means he doesn't mean to mend it the traditional way... that much she can guess. the nature of the trick? not so much, but she nods, regardless. he means well; of that, she is certain. and sometimes, that is enough. that is plenty. ]
... Thank you. I would like that, [ she says and offers him a small smile, a nod. a go-ahead, even as she twines her hands together, her blue eyes watching his intently. ]