He doesn't shift away from her when she leans her weight against him. He takes comfort in it, liking that she's still there, a constant, warm reminder that he's not alone in the aftermath of all of this. They may be back on a ship, but she's not in shackles, and he's not walking away from her.
Weighing his words, he furrows his brows, and after a noticeable moment, he tries to speak without too much worry lacing his words. He fails. ]
Would you be safe?
[ They may refer to their Grisha as 'blessed', but even Matthias knows that may not mean much. ]
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He doesn't shift away from her when she leans her weight against him. He takes comfort in it, liking that she's still there, a constant, warm reminder that he's not alone in the aftermath of all of this. They may be back on a ship, but she's not in shackles, and he's not walking away from her.
Weighing his words, he furrows his brows, and after a noticeable moment, he tries to speak without too much worry lacing his words. He fails. ]
Would you be safe?
[ They may refer to their Grisha as 'blessed', but even Matthias knows that may not mean much. ]