The first touch of his hand immediately brought her world to a stuttering halt. The tightness in her shoulders seemed to settle briefly, all of her thoughts and struggling brought down to the narrow scope of Kell's hand on hers, grounding her. A soft exhale greeted the touch, her eyes finding his and remaining there.
And then, she reached back, grasping his fingers.
It seemed such a shameful thing to do, to nearly break in front of the King and Queen, the people who were the parents of his dearest brother. Neria remained silent, not quite able to meet their gazes for fear of what she'd find. Some measure of condemnation or confusion, even as Kell coaxed her hand to open, to take his, to stop hurting herself.
He took her hands, excused them, and tugged her along. She could do nothing else but follow, though she managed another brief dip of her head in apology and respect as he took them away from the table and back out the door.
I'm sorry, she immediately whispered once they'd cleared the threshold, as if she'd been afraid of even utilizing that power around them. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.
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And then, she reached back, grasping his fingers.
It seemed such a shameful thing to do, to nearly break in front of the King and Queen, the people who were the parents of his dearest brother. Neria remained silent, not quite able to meet their gazes for fear of what she'd find. Some measure of condemnation or confusion, even as Kell coaxed her hand to open, to take his, to stop hurting herself.
He took her hands, excused them, and tugged her along. She could do nothing else but follow, though she managed another brief dip of her head in apology and respect as he took them away from the table and back out the door.
I'm sorry, she immediately whispered once they'd cleared the threshold, as if she'd been afraid of even utilizing that power around them. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.