[ yin yu nods. the memory of her profile flashes absently across his head. over a thousand... a very long time indeed. he has questions, of course--who wouldn't--but he's also a master of being discreet, when necessary. he can shut up and be silent with the best of them.
even still...a little worriedly, his thumb tracks over the side of her hand, trying to be soothing. ] You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, my lady.
[ she should still have that agency of her own. it's not fair, that this place has taken it from her.
little does he know, the longer that they're in contact, the more likely it seems to be that one of his own memories is going to come up. the scenery before them is starting to get a little blurry, and by the time he realizes in horror what's happening, his hand tightens on flayn's then starts to loosen as if he's going to flee-- but it's too late. ]
1/2.
even still...a little worriedly, his thumb tracks over the side of her hand, trying to be soothing. ] You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, my lady.
[ she should still have that agency of her own. it's not fair, that this place has taken it from her.
little does he know, the longer that they're in contact, the more likely it seems to be that one of his own memories is going to come up. the scenery before them is starting to get a little blurry, and by the time he realizes in horror what's happening, his hand tightens on flayn's then starts to loosen as if he's going to flee-- but it's too late. ]