H
e meticulously memorized every nuance of Promise's face, etching her image into his mind for the moments they would be apart. He longed to vividly recall the sparkle of excitement dancing in her eyes and the mischievous curve of her lips. Seeing her was like looking into a mirror of his own youth: vibrant, brimming with an unquenchable thirst for life and adventure.
A smile stretched across his face as she declared her love for Paradise. He, too, had been captivated by the lush jungle, the gentle caress of the warm breeze, and the comforting symphony of insects humming in the treetops. He simply nodded in response to her enthusiastic chatter. His gaze shifted to Hymn as Promise explained she was the only one not born on Atlantis, yet her love for the jungle seemed to rival that of any native Atlantean.
He offered to show them his favorite places, a suggestion Promise accepted with immediate enthusiasm. However, he noticed a subtle shift in Hymn's demeanor, a nervous swallow, a hint of caution following his offer. Although she agreed, her response lacked full conviction. Sigurdr wasn't concerned about encountering Nubis, nor would he be bothered if they did. His worry was fleeting, interrupted by Hymn's question about their first destination and whether he had ever visited the waterfall.
Focusing his attention back on her, he considered her question.
"There are so many, how could I ever choose? How about this you lead the way, and I'll tell you if I've been there before. What do you say?" He asked, tilting his head gently.
Even if it was just for another hour, he would relish every moment they had.
"Lead the way," he said, a smile playing on his lips. Turning to Hymn, his voice dropped even lower, just for her:
"If you're uncomfortable with me being here, please tell me." His brilliant blue eyes searched her soft, kind gaze, hoping for her genuine desire for him to be there.
