( Her hand reaches out to take hold of his arm, less a reaction to him brushing past her but a feeling. Confusion seems to latch onto confusion here, and Melisandre had a lot of it. This is nothing that she'd seen coming, or even believed that she could see.
Her head tilts up to meet his gaze, fingers pressing a little firmer on his arm. She'd thought a feeling of solidarity might appear, with the shared confusion between them but there's also something else that her feels, and a hollowness to his eyes )
ingress.
Her head tilts up to meet his gaze, fingers pressing a little firmer on his arm. She'd thought a feeling of solidarity might appear, with the shared confusion between them but there's also something else that her feels, and a hollowness to his eyes )
You sense something about this place.
( Or maybe he just sees too much Bad Shit™ )