ooc: Back-dated for Aug. 30th. Early Evening
Even when she left in peace, she could not have that exit without a final word. Mentally, she could not take much more of it, but she stopped on his word none the less and again turned to humor the grey male. She said nothing, for there was little more to say on the matter, but it was perhaps a fortunate decision that she did given the weight of the words he had for her.
With voice naked of malice and jumbled, he tried to convey his thoughts but in a haphazard mess that had the Nomad pulling her ears forward in strain to understand. But they relaxed again and desperate expression became that of shock. Consistency. Just a little of it was all she asked for, but when it came to the Lamba it was nigh impossible. Even an expected retreat could not be had without something more to hold her in place. And such a hold he had on her. The very pull of his impassioned eyes and gentle tremble of his voice was enough to keep her listening…and not only that. But surface within him what his hardened exterior at times did well to conceal.
Then just as quickly as it was seen, it vanished from his eyes with but a trace of it lingering within the azure fog. But she was not sad for the loss. Upon her lips was a soft smile birthed by hope; hope that he was not lost to darkness and what she hoped to feel from him was still a very real possibility. He did want her…he did care. If that brief show upon his face was not enough to convey this truth, then she was at a loss to grasp for anything other.
His eyes were fixed upon her once more whilst her own lingered on the paler grey of his muzzle, the whole of her maw drawing nigh as if spellbound, caressing along the corner of his jaw granting him an answer in her own, silent way.