On purpose? Y'tajha's eyes widen a touch at the comment, although she doesn't question it further, sitting in silence as she waits for him to continue. For a moment, she wonders if perhaps he's hesitant to share, if he's stalling to give himself more time to mull over a story he's offered to tell, and she's just about to give him an out when he continues, tells her the whole of it as her expression falls into something troubled. Though she has no right to the feeling, it angers her that his society would choose to give him a name that marks him forever as different.
"It's not fair," is the commentary given when he finishes talking, and while she raises her mug to toast him in return, her words do not follow their celebratory actions. "You were burdened by the choices of others before you even knew what that meant. Such a thing would never make me think less of anyone, much less the man who has shown himself to be such a steadfast ally and friend. You have opened your hearth to me and mine when the rest of the world is seeking to have us thrown to the wolves."
Without thinking, she reaches out, across the table, laying a hand against his wrist. Only once their skin contacts does she realize she's done it. (But it's okay, surely? She is only offering comfort and gratitude alike to a dear friend, after all.)
"I suppose what I am saying is that the battlefield is far from the only place you have proven yourself, Lord Haurchefant."
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Date: 2022-08-24 02:08 pm (UTC)"It's not fair," is the commentary given when he finishes talking, and while she raises her mug to toast him in return, her words do not follow their celebratory actions. "You were burdened by the choices of others before you even knew what that meant. Such a thing would never make me think less of anyone, much less the man who has shown himself to be such a steadfast ally and friend. You have opened your hearth to me and mine when the rest of the world is seeking to have us thrown to the wolves."
Without thinking, she reaches out, across the table, laying a hand against his wrist. Only once their skin contacts does she realize she's done it. (But it's okay, surely? She is only offering comfort and gratitude alike to a dear friend, after all.)
"I suppose what I am saying is that the battlefield is far from the only place you have proven yourself, Lord Haurchefant."