Alice, tumbling about after Cheshire, her feet running bare against the flooring and her skirts, impossibly full of petticoats, swirling about her in artful motion—it is a sight which would bring a smile to his lips regardless of circumstance (even if he'd wished she would not have to see him, not like this), because here, where Alice's voice echoes through the entirety of the cottage (oh, no you don't...!), Sion is ...home. Unsteady, yet, upon his feet, the fringe of his hair matted to his brow with a cold sweat that has inspired a series of shivers, when his Lady looks to him, he finds that he cannot help but meet her eyes, making to reach out for her where she shows the barest signs of wanting to take him by the hand, when...!
The mountain of a man standing watch behind him so cares to speak, and Sion is only able to listen with abject horror. Leaving no room for interruption, Shunsui asserts himself as some manner of live-in maid with such efficiency that Sion can only believe that the man had mentally reiterated the lines of his gracious speech for the duration of their journey to the cottage, all while carrying him. Golden eyes spark, going startled and wide (just as they had when he'd felt the brush of the man's lips against his temple, the same swell of bewildered sentiment rising in him upon hearing the words our King... just what is Shunsui thinking?), and after regarding the man with a look of (mild) distress cast back, over his shoulder, he turns to his Lady once again, reaching for her hands.
"What our friend has said is not untrue," words rasping and much too tenuous, Sion gives pause, schooling his voice into something even before continuing on, "though now that I've been escorted home, I am well."
And more than able to cook and clean for himself and his Lady both...!
(Ever-so-slightly he sways upon his own two feet.)
...though perhaps after reclining for a time.
"I am humbled by your kindness, Shunsui, and grateful for your concern, so please do allow us to send you off with a cup of tea in thanks."
Shunsui, of course, is hardly as stubborn as Sion is—the man with a relentless will knows not when to give up! He will not lose!!
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The mountain of a man standing watch behind him so cares to speak, and Sion is only able to listen with abject horror. Leaving no room for interruption, Shunsui asserts himself as some manner of live-in maid with such efficiency that Sion can only believe that the man had mentally reiterated the lines of his gracious speech for the duration of their journey to the cottage, all while carrying him. Golden eyes spark, going startled and wide (just as they had when he'd felt the brush of the man's lips against his temple, the same swell of bewildered sentiment rising in him upon hearing the words our King... just what is Shunsui thinking?), and after regarding the man with a look of (mild) distress cast back, over his shoulder, he turns to his Lady once again, reaching for her hands.
"What our friend has said is not untrue," words rasping and much too tenuous, Sion gives pause, schooling his voice into something even before continuing on, "though now that I've been escorted home, I am well."
And more than able to cook and clean for himself and his Lady both...!
(Ever-so-slightly he sways upon his own two feet.)
...though perhaps after reclining for a time.
"I am humbled by your kindness, Shunsui, and grateful for your concern, so please do allow us to send you off with a cup of tea in thanks."
Shunsui, of course, is hardly as stubborn as Sion is—the man with a relentless will knows not when to give up! He will not lose!!