[ He watches her with visible concern. Fleeting though it may have been, he glimpsed what looked like sorrow on her face. She smiles now, but is she truly happy?
A garden . . . That's right. She loves gardens, too— ]
It would be my pleasure.
[ With a soft smile, devoid of the sharp edges he's been wearing for so long, Berkut reaches up to take her hand into his. Though his confidence remains in shambles, the love he feels for this woman allows him to take the first step along the canal with her hand still in his. He's been to Pyra's abode before, so he knows the way well enough. ]
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[ He watches her with visible concern. Fleeting though it may have been, he glimpsed what looked like sorrow on her face. She smiles now, but is she truly happy?
A garden . . . That's right. She loves gardens, too— ]
It would be my pleasure.
[ With a soft smile, devoid of the sharp edges he's been wearing for so long, Berkut reaches up to take her hand into his. Though his confidence remains in shambles, the love he feels for this woman allows him to take the first step along the canal with her hand still in his. He's been to Pyra's abode before, so he knows the way well enough. ]