( he isn't having any of it, not even a word to retort her protest .. just walking up the flight of stairs with her in arms. eventually, they reach his quarters and only then is she allowed to walk by herself. )
have you been eating well? you're much lighter than i remember.
[ She's sure she had something else to say, but she is completely caught off guard when he lifts her up. She lets out a surprised little gasp, and... is she blushing? ]
I-I can walk... [ She mumbles, but honestly – she's loving the attention. ]
And all their words for glory, well, they always sounded empty.
• Nord, devout Talos worshipper.
• Stormcloak commander.
• #TESRP#OCRP#MVRP#SKYRIMRP
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i believe we will.
( it isn't long before they're faced with the staircase just past the war room.. and ulfric, being the gentleman that he is, opts to then lift the woman – rather effortlessly before traversing the stairs. )
[ She lets herself be led out, tucking some loose hair behind her ear with her free hand. ]
A fair point. Best make use of it while we're still here.
[ A happy hum. The bed is much preferred to the alternative.. passing out at her desk leaves her back in pain. 💧 ]
( a subtle grin plants itself upon his expression when she finally takes his hand, and his eyes never cease in following her. )
it is true.. and besides, who knows when we'll next sleep in a warm bed.
( he begins by leading her with a tug in the direction of the war room. )
[ Her lips part to protest, but she instead sighs and nods. He's right... ]
... Yes, of course. I suppose it can wait until morning.
[ With a hint of a smile, the parchment is set aside, her hand taking his. ]