" it's true , you are my mentor . but i do consider you a friend as well . in moments like these , titles and roles should not matter . "
hand rests itself upon the other's forearm , thumb rubbing up and down in a soothing motion .
&.
"Hah," a dry scoff, "you're shouldn't here to comfort me. If anything, that should be my job, being your mentor, and all…" A sardonic reply, but it held some weight. She was older, for one - but she also knew how some wounds ran deep.
A heaving sigh. "We're here to drink—
@tobetemp0ral ( a small shake of her head
accompanied by soft laughter .
the tips of her ears now matching the shade of pink upon her cheeks . )
more flattery .
if you continue i fear my ego will grow to match that of the balladeer's .
naturally thoughts of her former boss fill her mind . the painful recollection of her disappearing in the blink of an eye .
" i should be offering you words of comfort at a time like this … but i fear i do not have any. "
eyes widen for the briefest of moments , sparing the woman a sympathetic glance . but quickly her expression returns to that of its usual neutral professionalism .
" i am well aware … "
&.
"It's," and she pauses, eyes fluttering shut and lips pursing for just a moment, "nothing."
It certainly wasn't nothing. Breesingr was often expert at hiding how she felt, at deflecting & covering up with her facade of sultry silliness, but not tonight. Tonight she couldn't—