[something in him is relieved when she takes them further away from the boisterous activity. he matches her pace, scans for any familiar faces as the go. he sees no one who can help them, and looking at Harrow, it doesn't appear that anyone recognizes her as they weave through small groups, either.
he feels bad that she's stuck to him. once they've settled and he's sitting down beside her, he's able to get a better look at her, even behind the veil. he's looking at her as a whole, tracing the outline of her body with his eyes.]
August.
[he holds out his free hand to shake hers, half expecting her not to take it.]
no subject
he feels bad that she's stuck to him. once they've settled and he's sitting down beside her, he's able to get a better look at her, even behind the veil. he's looking at her as a whole, tracing the outline of her body with his eyes.]
August.
[he holds out his free hand to shake hers, half expecting her not to take it.]
What's your name?