[...It is a lightening of his heart, it truly is. She is helping him to see what he can no longer see, and without any large fuss. She is doing so much for him, and for the first time he is completely content with his decision to tell her of his blindness.
She is strong enough.
And so he merely bows over her hand, low, brushing his lips across it in a feather-light mockery of a chivalrous kiss.]
I am yours to command as always, my Lady.
[He lingers there for but a brief moment before straightening and retreating a step or two; however, he can't deny the sentimentality that was in that very action--that has been in each of his actions from the start in this room.]
no subject
She is strong enough.
And so he merely bows over her hand, low, brushing his lips across it in a feather-light mockery of a chivalrous kiss.]
I am yours to command as always, my Lady.
[He lingers there for but a brief moment before straightening and retreating a step or two; however, he can't deny the sentimentality that was in that very action--that has been in each of his actions from the start in this room.]