It's easy to smile gratefully at Dorian, to let his hand in hers be a comfort rather than a painful reminder of why, exactly, she is so on edge in Gilgamesh's company. She's not an idiot, not as much as she had been a few months ago, and a part of her prickles at the idea of being in his company at all. Desperation has bruised her ego, her sharp stubbornness not wanting to let her back down or admit that Dorian might be able to use his Servant's help, and she breathes out a noise.
Her eyes close, a tight squeeze, as she fights back something she doesn't want to name, but after a moment she does nothing more than breathe out, a soft sigh, before she manages a smile and she nods her head.
"If you think he can help," and she's looking at Dorian, pointedly ignoring the other man, like an elephant in the room that she doesn't want to address. "Then you should try. He knows a lot about magic and he knows you as well." Perhaps better than I do, she thinks, her mental tone bitter as she bites her tongue. "I think if you're going to master this you need to make sure you try it from all angles."
Eyes, sharp and hard, flick to Gilgamesh before her hand slips away from Dorian's, her steps following, one and two, putting distance between them.
"Go ahead. I'll... Watch. If you need me I'm here, but I won't get in your way." She'll ignore this and the buzzing hurt inside of her for as long as she can; she's useless in instruction now, she thinks, unlikely and incapable of summoning a patronus to show how it ought to be done, in finding joy enough to light up the power inside of her.
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Her eyes close, a tight squeeze, as she fights back something she doesn't want to name, but after a moment she does nothing more than breathe out, a soft sigh, before she manages a smile and she nods her head.
"If you think he can help," and she's looking at Dorian, pointedly ignoring the other man, like an elephant in the room that she doesn't want to address. "Then you should try. He knows a lot about magic and he knows you as well." Perhaps better than I do, she thinks, her mental tone bitter as she bites her tongue. "I think if you're going to master this you need to make sure you try it from all angles."
Eyes, sharp and hard, flick to Gilgamesh before her hand slips away from Dorian's, her steps following, one and two, putting distance between them.
"Go ahead. I'll... Watch. If you need me I'm here, but I won't get in your way." She'll ignore this and the buzzing hurt inside of her for as long as she can; she's useless in instruction now, she thinks, unlikely and incapable of summoning a patronus to show how it ought to be done, in finding joy enough to light up the power inside of her.