[Oh, goodness. He truly does have to bring his hand to his face, bending his fingers at the second knuckle, to tap against his chin just faintly in order to conceal the smile that is (blossoming) spreading across his face. His eyes are crescents- looking away in very clear (and most terribly concealed) delight at the proposition.
And really, there are so many differences between them now in regard to life lived. He has reservations. He has worries- that Emet-Selch, like Hemera (No- he has to remind himself. Himeka.) may have changed, grown, and adapted to no longer require him. Worse than the scenario with Himeka- who cannot remember her life lived within another vessel as another woman, his presence may end up causing pain as reminder of a past long lost.
These concerns are real. They are pondered, and they are worried over. ...Yet. He cannot say he has personally changed. He has no desire but to be as close as possible. And even without his soulsight, it is clear to him through this particular show of sentimentality in asking, that the man before him is very much the one he had dedicated himself to, the one who he wished to share the company of, always. Even given all of this time.
So.]
There is a family that are expecting me, actually. I believe it to be some preset allocation. Though I'm most certain they'll understand. Solvunn is a nation that believes ties to one another are something to be cherished, does it not?
[Essentially, yes. He'd be delighted to stay. And oh, it shows. Perhaps in his own sentimentality.]
[For all that Emet-Selch had not truly believed that Hythlodaeus would turn down the offer, it's still a relief to hear him say as much. One that he knows he will be unable to entirely hide, even though his expression only shows part of it. A part that is all but outweighed by the way his soul all but shines at those words, even as he nods at the question.]
It does, yes.
[And there is certainly no denying they have that. They, who are some of the last remnants of their world, and have meant so much to each other over the course of their lives. And while there is no doubt in Emet-Selch's mind that they will need time to return to anything like the equilibrium they had once found, when the world had been whole... it is simplicity itself to make space for Hythlodaeus. To offer him the space that had always been his. That always would have been his, and that he had carried with him through each and every century of his long life. One of a pair of aching emptinesses he has come to know as well as his own self... and the greater of the pair besides, in that it had not once had even a fragmented echo to stand in memory.]
It was nothing. You would always have been welcomed here.
[A pause, and then:]
Though I will admit, I had hoped you might choose to reside here.
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And really, there are so many differences between them now in regard to life lived. He has reservations. He has worries- that Emet-Selch, like Hemera (No- he has to remind himself. Himeka.) may have changed, grown, and adapted to no longer require him. Worse than the scenario with Himeka- who cannot remember her life lived within another vessel as another woman, his presence may end up causing pain as reminder of a past long lost.
These concerns are real. They are pondered, and they are worried over. ...Yet. He cannot say he has personally changed. He has no desire but to be as close as possible. And even without his soulsight, it is clear to him through this particular show of sentimentality in asking, that the man before him is very much the one he had dedicated himself to, the one who he wished to share the company of, always. Even given all of this time.
So.]
There is a family that are expecting me, actually. I believe it to be some preset allocation. Though I'm most certain they'll understand. Solvunn is a nation that believes ties to one another are something to be cherished, does it not?
[Essentially, yes. He'd be delighted to stay. And oh, it shows. Perhaps in his own sentimentality.]
...Thank you, Hades.
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It does, yes.
[And there is certainly no denying they have that. They, who are some of the last remnants of their world, and have meant so much to each other over the course of their lives. And while there is no doubt in Emet-Selch's mind that they will need time to return to anything like the equilibrium they had once found, when the world had been whole... it is simplicity itself to make space for Hythlodaeus. To offer him the space that had always been his. That always would have been his, and that he had carried with him through each and every century of his long life. One of a pair of aching emptinesses he has come to know as well as his own self... and the greater of the pair besides, in that it had not once had even a fragmented echo to stand in memory.]
It was nothing. You would always have been welcomed here.
[A pause, and then:]
Though I will admit, I had hoped you might choose to reside here.