[ Relief and disbelief cross her face. Untangling her arm, she presses her palms together over her nose and mouth. Her eyes close gently and she lets go of the breath she didn't realize she was holding. ]
Gone.
[ Thanks to her. It doesn't feel real.
Something unknown gnaws at her too, a sense of mourning with a confused guilt as she turns her head away and regain composure. Whatever she's feeling is just a product of the overwhelming revelation that she conquered an impossible task. The Darkling was a monster. It doesn't make sense for her to mourn a monster. Right?
She tips her chin up, turning back to meet him with a smile. Not quite with the poise or confidence of a Saint, but she'll get there. She's working on it. ]
So, moi tsar— [ her grin grows when linking her arm again with his to resume their walk. The title sounds more like a pet name to tease him with than an honorific. ] —I don't suppose you have any idea of how to get out of here so you'll have plenty of time to regale me with all your accomplishments as king.
[ Of course, there is one more fate she needs to ask about, but she is almost too afraid to know the outcome. Mal must be alive to have found the firebird. There is no other explanation, and while the not knowing is uncomfortable, a confirmation of any fears would be too painful to know at this moment. She can ask later. Not here, in the market. ]
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Gone.
[ Thanks to her. It doesn't feel real.
Something unknown gnaws at her too, a sense of mourning with a confused guilt as she turns her head away and regain composure. Whatever she's feeling is just a product of the overwhelming revelation that she conquered an impossible task. The Darkling was a monster. It doesn't make sense for her to mourn a monster. Right?
She tips her chin up, turning back to meet him with a smile. Not quite with the poise or confidence of a Saint, but she'll get there. She's working on it. ]
So, moi tsar— [ her grin grows when linking her arm again with his to resume their walk. The title sounds more like a pet name to tease him with than an honorific. ] —I don't suppose you have any idea of how to get out of here so you'll have plenty of time to regale me with all your accomplishments as king.
[ Of course, there is one more fate she needs to ask about, but she is almost too afraid to know the outcome. Mal must be alive to have found the firebird. There is no other explanation, and while the not knowing is uncomfortable, a confirmation of any fears would be too painful to know at this moment. She can ask later. Not here, in the market. ]