Elyna had always been a whirlwind, and perhaps that was why the man had taken such an interest in the first place. Not only was she beautiful and brave, but like the sea she was unpredictable, calm one minute and deadly the next. While Malcolm could appreciate her spirit, at times he found their relationship to be somewhat exhausting.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," he finally acknowledged Faith with words and reached out his hand after moving closer to her, offering to help the women to her feet.
The noble woman's scream still echoed in his mind, and guilt twisted his insides in uncomfortable knots. He never should have left Rynmere. Part of him had felt like he owed the immortals something for returning him to life, but in marrying Elyna, he had promised and failed to keep her safe.
"Are you one of my students?" Malcolm smiled, even if Faith had trouble looking him in the eye. The knight wasn't used to young women finding themselves infatuated with him, and so it seemed only logical that she must have seen him around the university or perhaps at one of the noble events that were often hosted in the crown of the city.
"I will bid you goodnight for now, my lady, and offer my sincerest apologies again."
As Malcolm turned to go, he noticed the woollen jumper and knitting needles on the floor. Carefully he picked them up and returned the goods to Faith. "It looks to be a quality piece," he admired the jumper before setting it free into her care. "I'm sure whoever it's for will appreciate it very much," and with that he was gone.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," he finally acknowledged Faith with words and reached out his hand after moving closer to her, offering to help the women to her feet.
The noble woman's scream still echoed in his mind, and guilt twisted his insides in uncomfortable knots. He never should have left Rynmere. Part of him had felt like he owed the immortals something for returning him to life, but in marrying Elyna, he had promised and failed to keep her safe.
"Are you one of my students?" Malcolm smiled, even if Faith had trouble looking him in the eye. The knight wasn't used to young women finding themselves infatuated with him, and so it seemed only logical that she must have seen him around the university or perhaps at one of the noble events that were often hosted in the crown of the city.
"I will bid you goodnight for now, my lady, and offer my sincerest apologies again."
As Malcolm turned to go, he noticed the woollen jumper and knitting needles on the floor. Carefully he picked them up and returned the goods to Faith. "It looks to be a quality piece," he admired the jumper before setting it free into her care. "I'm sure whoever it's for will appreciate it very much," and with that he was gone.
Good job, guys. It was a very, very nice thread.