[ she can feel him tense, though it's a near imperceptible feeling, at her attempt to lighten the mood. part of her is suddenly too worried about if she'd said something wrong, if she read his expression incorrectly. but when he does respond, that part of her fades. ]
I know. [ riza answers quietly. because she does. it is a good part of why she agreed to work for him in the first place, why she follows him to this day, and beyond. he is not looking for a fight, or a war, or hell - dragged up and put out on display all around them. they've survived all of those things, together. and she'd be willing to do it again.
that is when he shifts, moving to settle back against the bedframe, and riza quickly moves to settle with him. she knows, by his body language, by the grip he still has on her hand, that she's not moving any time soon - and she's okay with this knowledge, sliding out of her boots and moving into the space next to him, never once so much as loosening her grip on his hand.
and once she is settled, riza pulls their hands closer, setting them in her lap - his wrist settled on her thigh - and she brings her other hand closer, slowly running her thumb over the back of his knuckles. giving him the touch of both of her hands, so he can be aware of where they are. where she is. it is something she picked up from their first time through this, knowing how he prefered to know as much as he could without seeing, any kind of hint as to where she is, where her attention is.
the silence that settles around them in their room feels a little less heavy, she thinks, but she could be reading that wrong as well. ]
It feels as though your fever has broken, at least.
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I know. [ riza answers quietly. because she does. it is a good part of why she agreed to work for him in the first place, why she follows him to this day, and beyond. he is not looking for a fight, or a war, or hell - dragged up and put out on display all around them. they've survived all of those things, together. and she'd be willing to do it again.
that is when he shifts, moving to settle back against the bedframe, and riza quickly moves to settle with him. she knows, by his body language, by the grip he still has on her hand, that she's not moving any time soon - and she's okay with this knowledge, sliding out of her boots and moving into the space next to him, never once so much as loosening her grip on his hand.
and once she is settled, riza pulls their hands closer, setting them in her lap - his wrist settled on her thigh - and she brings her other hand closer, slowly running her thumb over the back of his knuckles. giving him the touch of both of her hands, so he can be aware of where they are. where she is. it is something she picked up from their first time through this, knowing how he prefered to know as much as he could without seeing, any kind of hint as to where she is, where her attention is.
the silence that settles around them in their room feels a little less heavy, she thinks, but she could be reading that wrong as well. ]
It feels as though your fever has broken, at least.