[ Dinner drains Shadowheart more than she expects. Emmrich's presence grounds her, always, an anchor even when she's adrift, but she excuses herself before dessert is served, presses a hand to his shoulder to silently confer that he can stay. It's good for them to say their hellos, reconnect with all these familiar souls. She just needs air.
Shadowheart looks a bit wan, whenever Emmrich returns to their suite. She's moved the chair from their vanity in front of the open balcony door, curtains rippling in the breeze; she's still dressed for dinner, but her feet are bare, one leg tucked beneath her as one of her straps slips from her shoulder.
The door opens, and she feels him fill the room. Her Emmrich, her anchor. Shadowheart doesn't get up, but she does tip her cheek in his direction, extending her hand for his. ]
There were twice as many people in that dining room. Like each of us had a shadow.
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Shadowheart looks a bit wan, whenever Emmrich returns to their suite. She's moved the chair from their vanity in front of the open balcony door, curtains rippling in the breeze; she's still dressed for dinner, but her feet are bare, one leg tucked beneath her as one of her straps slips from her shoulder.
The door opens, and she feels him fill the room. Her Emmrich, her anchor. Shadowheart doesn't get up, but she does tip her cheek in his direction, extending her hand for his. ]
There were twice as many people in that dining room. Like each of us had a shadow.