Padraig stopped dead in his tracks when she told him she'd been accused of murder. Things did not get less intense for him, she knew and Faith was quick to take his hand. Looking at him, she nodded when he asked about Cyrus. "I was dead when he got in there. He had just.. he kissed my forehead and promised me that he'd be the one to go find you, that he'd bring you home. Then I woke." She looked at Padraig and wished that she had the words to express what she felt. "I asked him to let me be the one to tell you." Faith couldn't explain what a deeply personal and private experience it had been. She would tell Padraig all of it, every last bit if that was what he wanted, she had no secrets from him. But no one else.
As he pulled her close to him, Faith clung on to him and just held on. This was what she needed, she knew - time with him. Them, together. She held on to him and nestled against him, just in the moment. He spoke of this place being trouble for them and Faith considered his words. She didn't know what to do, but he did. The emotions she felt threatened to drown her as they washed over her like a tidal wave. Then, he spoke again and Faith lifted her head and looked at him as he suggested perhaps they needed a change of scenery. Tugging his hand, she moved till they were next to a tree; Faith sat and urged him to do the same. Assuming he did, she moved so that she was nestled in his arms - as once she had slept in a woods in Andaris.
"There is no me without you, Padraig. Toes to dimples." His insistence on her having dimples in obscure places like her ears was just one of the many ways he showed her how much he loved her. "I am shoddy at expressing how much I need you, but that does not change how great that need is. You are mine," her hand reached up to stroke his cheek. "And I am yours." They had gotten themselves in a position where they were trapped. Both of them, but she had to admit her more than him. Yet, she couldn't just abandon all the work. So, leaning against him for a moment Faith thought about it. Cally's could run without her now, funding Beacon, the farm, the vineyard all adding and the orphanage, clinic and soup kitchen benefiting from that. Kura could maintain Isonomia's work here.
Rharne? Faith looked at him with earnest eyes. Her mind ticked through a hundred different thoughts but the bottom line for her? "That sounds good." All the other things, he knew. That she would still be who she was, he didn't need her to say. But she would be that person having learnt a valuable lesson. And as much as she'd stay where they were all trial, she looked at him and smiled. "Come on you. We've got vapor trails to hunt."
As he pulled her close to him, Faith clung on to him and just held on. This was what she needed, she knew - time with him. Them, together. She held on to him and nestled against him, just in the moment. He spoke of this place being trouble for them and Faith considered his words. She didn't know what to do, but he did. The emotions she felt threatened to drown her as they washed over her like a tidal wave. Then, he spoke again and Faith lifted her head and looked at him as he suggested perhaps they needed a change of scenery. Tugging his hand, she moved till they were next to a tree; Faith sat and urged him to do the same. Assuming he did, she moved so that she was nestled in his arms - as once she had slept in a woods in Andaris.
"There is no me without you, Padraig. Toes to dimples." His insistence on her having dimples in obscure places like her ears was just one of the many ways he showed her how much he loved her. "I am shoddy at expressing how much I need you, but that does not change how great that need is. You are mine," her hand reached up to stroke his cheek. "And I am yours." They had gotten themselves in a position where they were trapped. Both of them, but she had to admit her more than him. Yet, she couldn't just abandon all the work. So, leaning against him for a moment Faith thought about it. Cally's could run without her now, funding Beacon, the farm, the vineyard all adding and the orphanage, clinic and soup kitchen benefiting from that. Kura could maintain Isonomia's work here.
Rharne? Faith looked at him with earnest eyes. Her mind ticked through a hundred different thoughts but the bottom line for her? "That sounds good." All the other things, he knew. That she would still be who she was, he didn't need her to say. But she would be that person having learnt a valuable lesson. And as much as she'd stay where they were all trial, she looked at him and smiled. "Come on you. We've got vapor trails to hunt."
