Neria followed Kell without a word. The entire beginning of their journey through the Sanctuary, the gardens, and onward, her grip was tight on his hand as if she truly was afraid they would be separated again. Her gaze was careful on those in the halls and beyond but grew to be wary as they took to the roads, her shoulders tense as they walked.
But in increments, this too fell away. As they took to the city, her eyes wandered, and she watched the light as it touched the cobblestones, the bricks, the high buildings. It painted everything in a faint glow where she had only seen it in darkness. And where Neria had found his London to be beautiful in the nighttime, it seemed infinitely more so in the day.
For the first time in weeks, her smile was finally one of wonderment and ease, rather than that of strain or sadness.
It was, though, a little like pulling a child through a shop: she lingered at times, entranced, but did her best to keep pace with Kell and not to slow him down.
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But in increments, this too fell away. As they took to the city, her eyes wandered, and she watched the light as it touched the cobblestones, the bricks, the high buildings. It painted everything in a faint glow where she had only seen it in darkness. And where Neria had found his London to be beautiful in the nighttime, it seemed infinitely more so in the day.
For the first time in weeks, her smile was finally one of wonderment and ease, rather than that of strain or sadness.
It was, though, a little like pulling a child through a shop: she lingered at times, entranced, but did her best to keep pace with Kell and not to slow him down.