[ There and gone and back again: Alicent blinks as she returns to herself, eyes flickering to Harry’s sweet face. Different from the sharp-eyed gaze of Larys Strong, to be sure. Concerned for her and the others who might be endangered, but not protective to the point where she has no agency of her own. Indeed, none of her allies intervened when she faced Alina and Paul.
She releases his wrist, only to reach for his face, the briefest touch at his cheek. ]
I’d like that.
[ teaching him and learning from him both, even if she’s hopeless in a physical fight. warmly, then — ] Thank you, Ser Harry. I hope the morrow is kinder to us both.
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She releases his wrist, only to reach for his face, the briefest touch at his cheek. ]
I’d like that.
[ teaching him and learning from him both, even if she’s hopeless in a physical fight. warmly, then — ] Thank you, Ser Harry. I hope the morrow is kinder to us both.