[ When Yseult nods it's near enough for her hair to brush his jaw, before she lifts her head to press a kiss to his cheek. The hand she slips free of his hold is only to set on his opposite cheek, thumb swiped tenderly across the bone. She leaves it there for another moment, before drawing away enough to twist and collect her wine again.
And his, too, which she offers back to Darras as she rearranges herself comfortably at his side again. There's an air of closing a file, opening another. ]
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And his, too, which she offers back to Darras as she rearranges herself comfortably at his side again. There's an air of closing a file, opening another. ]
So you were confiding in Silver?