Perhaps it's the hour, or simply nerves ahead of tomorrow. She can't say. But she does wring her hands together a moment; she's completed her task, given him what she wanted to provide as a backup Just In Case. So why is she lingering, when he clearly has everything in hand? ]
I don't know if there's an appropriate saying or tradition that sailors have before setting out. But..If..I miss you departing in the morning, I hope that it's a smooth voyage.
[a safe voyage? no. she knows better than to hope for that]
[ A promise. Even if she may not succeed, there will at least be an attempt.
Very gently, Sophia reaches over, and presses a hand to his arm. It's a brief touch, an expression of care she can't quite vocalize. ]
Rest well.
[ It'll be a long journey after all. Hand, and indeed woman then retreats, pausing at her door to look back and give a small nod, before disappearing inside for sleep. ]
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[ so. awkward.
Perhaps it's the hour, or simply nerves ahead of tomorrow. She can't say. But she does wring her hands together a moment; she's completed her task, given him what she wanted to provide as a backup Just In Case. So why is she lingering, when he clearly has everything in hand? ]
I don't know if there's an appropriate saying or tradition that sailors have before setting out. But..If..I miss you departing in the morning, I hope that it's a smooth voyage.
[a safe voyage? no. she knows better than to hope for that]
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[he's half joking, he doesn't expect the trip to be all that horrible. You never know though, right?]
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[ Her voice is soft, as is the smile she gives him. ]
Though I'm sure that Noishe has the friendliest face when it comes to seeing friends off for departures.
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Heh, perhaps. His communication skills leave much to be desired, though.
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[ Her head ducks, and she brushes back a few stray locks behind her ear. ]
..Well, I had best try and get some sleep. You're welcome to have some of the dragon coffee while you wait for morning.
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I may do that, thank you. Sleep well.
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[ A promise. Even if she may not succeed, there will at least be an attempt.
Very gently, Sophia reaches over, and presses a hand to his arm. It's a brief touch, an expression of care she can't quite vocalize. ]
Rest well.
[ It'll be a long journey after all. Hand, and indeed woman then retreats, pausing at her door to look back and give a small nod, before disappearing inside for sleep. ]