Her thoughts, the ones that had her in this conversation to begin with… they weren’t just going to go away with a few encouraging words. They’d buried themselves deep inside her, and at a young age, and she’d let them fester for too long. Perhaps she shouldn’t have called him..? She felt like she was just making things awkward, and she seemed to have a pretty nasty habit at doing that. The fact that he’d startled her hadn’t gone unmissed. As she started to relax again, unfreezing her limbs and managing to actually take a breath, he stuttered out an apology. It wasn’t his fault that she was a mess – he had nothing to apologize for.
She couldn’t tell if it was pity or guilt, actually, and it made her even more uncomfortable. His nose pressed against her cheek as he swore he’d be there to help her. How could he be? She trusted him, sure… but how could he actually help her if he admitted himself that he had no idea what he was doing? Were they completely and royally fucked right now? She didn’t know, but she managed a soft and reassuring smile on her features when he offered a hunt, or a patrol… the tension was so thick, she felt like she could bite through the situation with her teeth.
“Ah… Ah… Ah guess..?” She sounded incredibly uncertain, but she was also open to the idea… a patrol wouldn’t be bad, but she was a huntress at heart and given the fact that winter had fallen upon them… “A h-hunt might be better?” Now she was stuttering. Yup, they were screwed.