He’s uncomfortable. And lord knows, she wishes she could hide that fact, but the moment his boots scrape the grass, the very second his stature blocks out her light from the right, her pulse watch starts making it’s giveaways in clear, quiet, soft beeps.
It’s all she can do to cross her legs as she sits in the dirt, place her hand over the watch like it might at least muffle the sound.
“Rose. Miss Rose is f-fine– if it suits you, Monsieur Lysandre.”
And she could answer, could say, ‘oh well, I go back for a tissue sample at three pm on the dot, you know your doctors are so very, very impatient– And then at six an eye exam– but she doesn’t– Says nothing about that other than a quiet “Hm. I guess so.”
Instead she picks herself up off the ground. Dusts the seeds, dew, and weeds off her knees.
“Did you know? The soil quality is phenomenal i-in Geosenge.”
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to spend some of my free time gardening, Mr. Lysandre.”
When her wrist keeps beeping, she does nothing else but give a beleaguered sigh. In all honesty, she suspects she might be in some kind of trouble. So it only helps a little to try and deter the conversation.
he scratched some notes onto the clipboard he clasped in his hand, nodding faintly along with her uneasy, stuttered request.
her documents detailed that she had a speech impediment from her malformed jaw structure.
surgery had not served her well in the past.
‘ of course, ms. rose. i am not here to make you uncomfortable, hm? ‘
lysandre didn’t look up from his clipboard, not seeming to quite realize that such comforting words should have been followed by an equally comforting expression.
blue eyes skimmed over the clipboard, flipping through some of the newly added pages.
listening to the alarmed beeping of her watch, he made a small note, again.
only to pause, for once glancing up as she made a request to begin a garden.
and finally did his neutral gaze ease up.
‘ if it would bring you comfort, ms. rose, i think that is a rather good idea. and this little town could use the addition. ‘
she was still so much smaller than him, even when standing. small, delicate, fragile.
some part of him was amazed at her ability to bounce back from her surgeries, but the other was well aware of human resiliency.
xerneas’ power alone could not save her if she were to give in.
he turned back down to his clipboard, seemingly making yet another note, only to rip the paper out, and hand it to her.
the writing was in sleek, readable cursive, written large and taking up most of the make-shift slip.
his signature was marked at the bottom.
‘ this will grant you permission to do as you please for this project. they should also assist in getting you what you need. ‘
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