@prismmasked continued from here {X}
There had been solitude and a silence. Two things one may consider a necessity when crying to themselves. They were certainly two things Jorah wanted. In a crowd, there would be too much attention. No, that wasn’t it. In a crowd she would not let herself shed tears. But in the quiet with not a soul for company, the young woman could let her heart pour out from the tears trapped in her eyes. Spending to much time in a crowd, she had nearly forgotten just how badly she needed this. Needed to just let go, if only for one single second.
The door had opened and there was no longer solitude. Damp eyes went to his, staring at him. Waiting for him to say something and turn out the door. But this man just kept staring at her and she stared back. The solitude had fled, but it seemed the silence remained. Yet, that didn’t seem to stop her. Her eyes still filled with tears and rolled down her cheeks like a calm stream.
Then, the silence was taken with a single question. It had taken her aback. Such a silly question, she had thought, does it look like I’m alright? But she couldn’t be angry at him. Would she react any different if the situations were reversed? She didn’t know and she didn’t have time to think as he offered her something. A handkerchief. It surprised her greatly; hers eyes simply staring at it as if she was some fool.
-“I’m fin-” she tried to say, -“I said I’m fi-”- she couldn’t say it, the words unable to form. How upset could she be that she could not tell one simple lie? Her hand took it then, almost a bit too eagerly. Jorah cried into it, just as he had found her.
-“I’m sorry...!”- were her only words as she buried her face into the handkerchief. Not entirely to him, but to who else? Well, she really didn’t know.