[It was a gentle moment. Soft, and almost honey-sweet in just how kindly Rue was speaking, the light brush of feathers and the reassurance of that squeeze of wings.
But it seemed good things were not allowed to last in the moment. Safe to let your guard down-
Rue would certainly feel it when the tension all but slammed back into him, a faint stiffening of the spine, a slight draw up of shoulders. Like bracing for a blow, no matter physical or otherwise. But he still kept himself still a moment longer, the light rumble of a chuckle that followed holding no sign of that self-same tension.]
It's... kind of you to offer. [A subtle shift, as he drew back in a wordless sign that the hug was done. Slowly so as not to be rudely yanking away in any manner that might make the moment memorable, and perhaps more reluctantly than he'd ever admit in words.
'Letting your guard down, revealing yourself, can get you killed by your own crew for nothing.' Vandran's words echoing in his thoughts, and so at a loss in such an unfamiliar place, he'd cling to the one familiar mainstay he had.]
Perhaps we should... try and sort out what's expected of us here? Can't say I'm especially thrilled with being trapped anyplace. Never been one to stay in one place like that long, makes me antsy. [With the half-smile and friendly, apologetic tone of that altogether reasonable excuse, the mask was quickly slipping back in place in a way Rue would surely recognize after so much experience with artifice.]
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But it seemed good things were not allowed to last in the moment. Safe to let your guard down-
Rue would certainly feel it when the tension all but slammed back into him, a faint stiffening of the spine, a slight draw up of shoulders. Like bracing for a blow, no matter physical or otherwise. But he still kept himself still a moment longer, the light rumble of a chuckle that followed holding no sign of that self-same tension.]
It's... kind of you to offer. [A subtle shift, as he drew back in a wordless sign that the hug was done. Slowly so as not to be rudely yanking away in any manner that might make the moment memorable, and perhaps more reluctantly than he'd ever admit in words.
'Letting your guard down, revealing yourself, can get you killed by your own crew for nothing.' Vandran's words echoing in his thoughts, and so at a loss in such an unfamiliar place, he'd cling to the one familiar mainstay he had.]
Perhaps we should... try and sort out what's expected of us here? Can't say I'm especially thrilled with being trapped anyplace. Never been one to stay in one place like that long, makes me antsy. [With the half-smile and friendly, apologetic tone of that altogether reasonable excuse, the mask was quickly slipping back in place in a way Rue would surely recognize after so much experience with artifice.]