he who bestows care.

ooc; Hi, I’m alive! I’m just really scatterbrained. 

ooc; Things have been rough. Very rough. I apologize for not really being around. Until my semester is over in the next few weeks, I might be here only on weekends! Just throwing that out there. 

     There was an emergency that forced Silas out of bed. He barely had time to prepare himself, but he handled the situation that so desperately called for his attention accordingly. Though, it seemed that yet another matter that concerned him has come to his attention. He knew it the moment the prince laid his eyes upon him. 

      Dutifully, Silas faced him.

     "I'm not the kind dishonorable enough to tell you lies.”

    A knight must show grace under pressure, and handle his flaws with dignity, especially in front of nobility.  He stood tall, and his expression remained stern and stoic. He was ready to explain himself before even hoping to earn a wink of sleep.

        “This, Prince Takumi, is my normal bedhead. I apologize if it offends you.

     Silas couldn’t sleep. For one reason or another, he felt restless, and found himself staying up. Rather than retire, he merely went on patrol and checked on any of his fellow soldiers along the way. One reported that they couldn’t find Laslow. While he did have a reputation for being quite the night owl, Silas felt the need to look into it.

     However, right when he decided to search for him, there he was. It seemed what ever trip he went on didn’t go so well. The knight couldn’t rid himself of the look of concern and awe on his face. He could only stare at him. 

“Well, I’m glad you’re not dead.”  The only thing he manages to blurt out at first.

     His body was far more accustomed to a sword or a lance. Bending a bow, maintaining a different posture, among accounting for many other factors in archery was a juggling act far different from handling a steed and fighting simultaneously ( the latter itself was also a juggling act of its own, but he practically grew up with such knowledge and experience ). They seemed to be of completely different worlds. 

    Still, Silas had to demonstrate what he knew. The knowledge he could be taught could help him in the future; for the sake of that, he felt it was his obligation to improve upon it.

     Belka was perhaps the quietest member of the army, and seemingly the most distant. He didn’t know what to make of her solitude-- was something wrong, or was she content in her own company? Uncertainty deterred Silas from asking for the longest time.

    Perhaps it was his history of accompanying someone who might have otherwise been alone without him, or his preference to build bridges rather than walls, but he had the overwhelming urge to approach her nonetheless.

     “Belka,” he starts, in order try and get her attention.

     Silas despised failing to assist others. It made him feel incompetent, as did the way the civilian treated him after ridiculous series of mistakes were made. How could he be so careless? It wasn’t like him. Not at all.

     He did not wish to bother others with his own personal troubles, but with Corrin, he felt that he could vent and eventually find himself at peace with his troubles. He sat next to her, hunched over with a single hand covering his features. Until he got this off of his chest, abandoning his usual posture and hiding his face was the only way to cope with his embarrassment. 

“It was absolutely humiliating-- the tongue-lashing I got.

      Some Hoshidans would certainly have their doubts about a Nohrian allying with their ranks. It was only natural; it would have been strange for everyone to welcome him with open arms.The only reasonable course of action would be to remain patient until he earned their trust.

     Earlier, someone openly declared their opposition towards his assistance, and despite maintaining his usually level head, Silas couldn’t help but remain conscious of it. If his fellow soldiers held similar sentiments of distrust, it would obstruct their teamwork. That’s why he felt the need to ask about where he stood with everyone else. Kazahana, by chance, was the first he would ask.

    “Trust takes time to build-- I’m fully aware of that, but. . .