devoutdoubt: Jehan gathered the coat around herself, fingers fisting at the collar with an absent gesture, hardly aware of the weight as it settled over her shoulders. Glancing down, she smiled at the shorter woman as heat rose to tint her cheeks.
“Thank you, Inquisitor.” She murmured. Her gaze lingered on Noria’s face for a long moment before she turned away, and the stars glinted in the black of her pupils. “I hadn’t noticed. I was watching the sky.” Her smile grew somewhat melancholy, and though she didn’t look down again, she asked. “But if I have your coat, you’ll catch a chill. It’s hardly preferable, my lady.”
The younger woman’s smile made one tug at the corners of her lips, but it faded as soon as she heard her speak her title. She stood by her, leaning against the stone casually as she studied her face and the way the stars played on her eyes. A sigh rose to her throat, but she held it back and glanced at the sky when it was mentioned. Interesting, it was, but it wasn’t long until her company attracted her gaze once more.
“I am not cold, Jehan.” She spoke her name warmly. “My tunic has sleeves.” She explained, as if she needed to. She wanted to tell her, ask her to use her name and not her title. She hated it enough on its own, but more so when she used it to address her, but how would she request that? Sentences crossed her mind, one after another, until she blurted out, without second checking, “Call me Noria... By the way.”
