His words still don't seem real. There is no pity in his gaze, and he doesn’t flee. Eirlys isn’t sure how - she rarely wants to be alone with her own thoughts, the weight of her grief, and to lay it on some stranger the way she has is...heavy. She wouldn’t blame him for turning and running, but instead the handsome stranger offers a gentle, breathed out string of words. Eirlys doesn’t understand a bit of it, but she lets her blue eyes slip closed and soaks in it. Foreign syllables, not the common tongue that Taurus or some many others speak. It isn’t her own, but something about it is reassuring nonetheless. She doesn’t need to understand the words to know what he says, to know that tone of apology, of gentle allowance. “Diolch,” she murmurs, voice cracking at the end. He offers to let her rest, and Eirlys glances up, watching him carefully. She has not slept beside anyone since Taurus. In fact, she’s barely slept since that night - waking up to find them gone, looking for them desperately, stumbling across the horrific scene, knowing her life was over. Their precious Anwen, lost forever. Taurus turning and running, abandoning her when they should have stood together. “I don’t think I can sleep,” Eirlys finally denies. “Every time I close my eyes...I see it again. It happens over and over, and I keep waking up.” She doesn’t want to wake up, wants each tortuous replay of the darkest moment of her life to be the end. Eirlys shakes her head, sighing against the offer. “He left,” she adds brokenly. “Just walked away from us. Walked away and left me with his mess.” Her voice slips into anger, hot tears spilling across her cheeks. Eirlys has no idea why she’s confessing, dumping her trauma and anger on this stranger. Perhaps it’s because he’s the first soul to even acknowledge her since arriving here, or perhaps it is because there’s so much emotion welling up in Eirlys that it has finally spilled over, flooding to the next available outlet. “Sorry,” she gets out, chasing the apology with a hysterical laugh. “I’m sure this isn’t what you expected when you came to me.”
mare | flaxen chestnut sabino splash | 15.3 hh | nowhere
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