He would never admit to it, and if anyone asked he would simply claim to be weary from the journey and the Night Hunts they had taken part in along the way, but that would not be the truth. He feels that bubble of anxiety that is so strangely familiar to him, an echo of what he had experienced in his youth - the desire to please, to show that he is worthy, that he is meant to have the regard of the person that he cares about.
It makes something burn inside of him, and the knowledge that he is welcome, that when he arrives in the small village that she might greet him with that small, soft smile... It keeps him going, it keeps him focused, until the moment gets there and is stepping off his sword and beyond the gates of the place he knows she is waiting for him.
Most of his disciples had been ordered to go and rest at a nearby inn, so it is just him, and he looks around the space for a moment before his eyes land on her. Momentarily breathless, he feels his cheeks prickling with heat before he steps forward and offers her a proper, formal boy, peering at her over his hands. ]
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He would never admit to it, and if anyone asked he would simply claim to be weary from the journey and the Night Hunts they had taken part in along the way, but that would not be the truth. He feels that bubble of anxiety that is so strangely familiar to him, an echo of what he had experienced in his youth - the desire to please, to show that he is worthy, that he is meant to have the regard of the person that he cares about.
It makes something burn inside of him, and the knowledge that he is welcome, that when he arrives in the small village that she might greet him with that small, soft smile... It keeps him going, it keeps him focused, until the moment gets there and is stepping off his sword and beyond the gates of the place he knows she is waiting for him.
Most of his disciples had been ordered to go and rest at a nearby inn, so it is just him, and he looks around the space for a moment before his eyes land on her. Momentarily breathless, he feels his cheeks prickling with heat before he steps forward and offers her a proper, formal boy, peering at her over his hands. ]
Lady Wen.