Thank the gods. Sloane thought as Hansel came into view, her eye's brightening and posture perking, chasing away the tendrils of sleepiness that had begun to creep as the sun had set. She cast an assessing gaze over him, her worry and anxiety evaporating once it was clear that he was perfectly well and unharmed. However, she didn't smile at him, as she had before, instead she merely regarded him with reserved relief in her eye's. She watched him, fully the hunter to make his way to his tent, her brows quirking with surprise as he passed it by, continuing forward until he stood over her. "I'm glad you're back. She murmured, head tilted back to gaze up at him as he regarded her, his scarred face unreadable.
He sat, and some of the tension left Sloane's shoulders, her gaze softening a touch. Though she ached to speak, she held her tongue, waiting and watching as Hansel gazed at the fire, holding his hands up to the flames. She almost jumped when he finally spoke, far more agreeable than he'd been earlier in the day. There was a marked difference now, the hostility had left him, the anger had simmered down, and he seemed more gathered than when Sloane had first arrived. She was glad that she'd waited, and given him the time to think and compose himself. Sloane made a mental note to find Sedon in the morning and thank him for whatever he'd done to contribute to Hansel's change of temperament.
Sloane chuckled at his words, surprised by the rare pseudo-complement, a rare commodity from the hunter. She leant back, mind milling over all the things she yearned to say, sorting through all that she wanted to tell him as she watched him light his pipe, her nose wrinkling as a tendril of acrid smoke drifted towards her. Finally a smile made it's way across her face as she watched him, soft and small, and her gaze dropped to her hands as she twisted her fingers together restlessly. "I wasn't lying. I really did miss you." She said finally, darting a look at him before returning her gaze to her hands. "I even tried to come and see you a few times, but they... I couldn't." Sloane sighed, letting her gaze settle on him fully once more. "I couldn't leave the pavilion. Not even to work."
He sat, and some of the tension left Sloane's shoulders, her gaze softening a touch. Though she ached to speak, she held her tongue, waiting and watching as Hansel gazed at the fire, holding his hands up to the flames. She almost jumped when he finally spoke, far more agreeable than he'd been earlier in the day. There was a marked difference now, the hostility had left him, the anger had simmered down, and he seemed more gathered than when Sloane had first arrived. She was glad that she'd waited, and given him the time to think and compose himself. Sloane made a mental note to find Sedon in the morning and thank him for whatever he'd done to contribute to Hansel's change of temperament.
Sloane chuckled at his words, surprised by the rare pseudo-complement, a rare commodity from the hunter. She leant back, mind milling over all the things she yearned to say, sorting through all that she wanted to tell him as she watched him light his pipe, her nose wrinkling as a tendril of acrid smoke drifted towards her. Finally a smile made it's way across her face as she watched him, soft and small, and her gaze dropped to her hands as she twisted her fingers together restlessly. "I wasn't lying. I really did miss you." She said finally, darting a look at him before returning her gaze to her hands. "I even tried to come and see you a few times, but they... I couldn't." Sloane sighed, letting her gaze settle on him fully once more. "I couldn't leave the pavilion. Not even to work."
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