#yousought

The city is alive but chilly, tendrils of air frigid and invasive as if set upon by the High Lord himself. Yet Rhys appears ignorant of that touch of winter, dressed in Night Court black but casually so and with nothing to dissuade the cold from touching him. It’s true that this is often the case with most things when it comes to being a leader. Very little can escape him. And so he stands in the sacred library of the priestesses and observes the Valkyrie known as @yousought that she can’t be unknown to him. She levels any expectations he might have had of her though. He certainly never expected to feel this level of kinship with her.

“I avoid sleep.” What prompts him to share this with her, he isn’t certain. But something about this warrior before him feels as safe as if he were in Cassian’s presence instead. Still, Rhys crooks a smile and laughs at himself a little. Even quiet, it disturbs the reverent silence around them and he has the decency to look apologetic. “I can’t bear to risk the nightmares. And I find that I don’t care if that makes me a coward. At least...some days.” Rhys respects the distance between them and makes no move to close it but he does incline his head toward her. “It will never be all or nothing. Healing isn’t like that.”