[And in that moment Ardyn is still again, until the darkness dissipates from her eyes and they appear normal, as they should be.]
For me?
[Careful, Rosalind. That is an admission that means more to Ardyn than it would to most people. That someone would be there, suffering, for his sake, for his own comfort. He's been without that, forcefully deprived of it, for so long. It's enough for him to immediately want to push it away, because how he is supposed to parse that when she says it so casually?
Well. In the end, he knows it won't matter. She'll be rid of it soon enough -- there's only so much that she'd be able to take, as strong or stubborn as she was. Ardyn knows it.]
Do what you like, of course. But you're certainly under no obligation for my sake.
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For me?
[Careful, Rosalind. That is an admission that means more to Ardyn than it would to most people. That someone would be there, suffering, for his sake, for his own comfort. He's been without that, forcefully deprived of it, for so long. It's enough for him to immediately want to push it away, because how he is supposed to parse that when she says it so casually?
Well. In the end, he knows it won't matter. She'll be rid of it soon enough -- there's only so much that she'd be able to take, as strong or stubborn as she was. Ardyn knows it.]
Do what you like, of course. But you're certainly under no obligation for my sake.