[Once the card leaves his hands, Ben sits still and silent and tense like only he can; he watches Abigail without raising his eyes from the card, reads the exhaustion in her as much as feels it radiating from her. He is proud of her. He loves her. He will do whatever he can - whatever he can to protect her, even if that is to stand by and do nothing while she defines herself as best she can.
If Ben cannot be with her at all times, must not, the Lady will. She is not a kind mistress, she has no use for weak followers, but Ben is confident that Abigail will be safe with her. Abigail who is struggling to become who she is despite everything, Abigail who is fierce and clever and childlike and strong. Who is still defining all of these terms in the context of her self.
She rises and Ben's spine straightens to track the movement, though his eyes don't rise to her face until she is asking him a question. He rises then, too, in itself it's own answer, as though he could give any other.]
Yes. I will go with you. [The chapel is beginning to make his skin and muscles glow. He needs to leave it anyway.]
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If Ben cannot be with her at all times, must not, the Lady will. She is not a kind mistress, she has no use for weak followers, but Ben is confident that Abigail will be safe with her. Abigail who is struggling to become who she is despite everything, Abigail who is fierce and clever and childlike and strong. Who is still defining all of these terms in the context of her self.
She rises and Ben's spine straightens to track the movement, though his eyes don't rise to her face until she is asking him a question. He rises then, too, in itself it's own answer, as though he could give any other.]
Yes. I will go with you. [The chapel is beginning to make his skin and muscles glow. He needs to leave it anyway.]