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[ Death Floor - Cain's Home ]

The Guardian's bed had been taken over shortly after arrival, not that he expected much less. This was common, familiar, something that was settling to the uneasy mind. Nearly white blue eyes watched as the left over books were picked up and looked over. Cain had perhaps read over a few that Fenette previously left, not that he remembered a good deal of what was written but still. It wasn't like those things didn't interest him as well, they just didn't matter nearly as much as other things to him at the moment.

Minutes past, turned to hours and Cain busied himself with doing random things around the room. At times he had sent messages from phone to others, making sure a few friends were alright. Checking base with what everyone else knew, which seemed to be next to nothing. How had so many forgotten? Why? Cain frowned then glanced to his priestess, it was then that he moved.

"Are you alright....?" He asked with soft concern while taking a seat on the edge of the bedding. A hand gently coming down to stroke again the priestess hair, it wasn't like before in the lobby. Here Cain cared not to touch her freely, if she didn't withdraw that was. A strand of hair was tucked loosely behind ear and the stallions head tilted curiously, "...Fenette." It was a call for an answer even as experience told him what this was, which meant fingers were already pressing in a semi-firm circle around the priestess temples for a massage.

OOC

Character's name: Cain
Character's clan: Death
Character's journal link: Here
Character's arcana Hierophant
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It was times like this, when she gave that look into nothing, staring and thinking. Thinking. What he would give to know those thoughts, just, anything. She shifted and Cain nearly withdrew to give space, but a set of soft slender fingers stopped him. No that would be to easy to escape from, what stopped him were her words. Cain felt a rush of hot blood seep into cheeks and color them.

She doesn't know of what she speaks...he reminded himself calmly.

On a close of eyes Cain didn't reject the request of his Priestess, instead he slowly lowered to the bed. Trying to appear uncomfortable as thoughts tempted and raced in mind. Thoughts he knew not to act upon, or mostly. Hands turned gently as they pulled the mare slowly more against body to hold. Silently he enjoyed the close scent that was uniquely hers.

"....You may sleep.." He offered weakly.

"Of course I don't...you know that isn't the reason." Cain sighed softly and wrapped around the mare. She knew. He had told her before he didn't want to come between her and her duties. Didn't want to waste too much of her time with him.

She just wanted him to say it again. He wasn't stupid, but it was none the less embarrassing. Even with how many times it had been said before.

"You know I love you."