Her touch made him freeze, more anchored in place than he had been moments before. It was questionable, the way she approached, prodded at his brain with big words and gentle gestures. Very severed from the familiar ties of Lannister bigotry.
Slowly, he allowed her body to guide his, for her fingers to touch at his arm as he continued to stare. Some part of him recognized a level of awkwardness. Of being too obtuse and too young. A green boy to the wiles of women.
“Y-You are not afraid?” His voice was careful, as if he was unsure what nature would require protection. Should there be a fight, he was unlikely to rescue her. Not in the way she took to him, crept into his personal space and made short work of his already frayed nerves.
Lancel felt his eyes water curiously and shut them quickly to abet them. “How is it y-you…” against his better judgement he found voice to the question he hadn’t permitted.
”You offer aid and I l-little protection. Such a woman may not be worded as lowly,” there were no added titles, just a soft whispered sound that mimicked a sob.
" Fear is for those with something to lose -- and I lack such things. " her smile was kind as she guide him away from the conflict. She took no part in the wars of such a place as this, she had fought a war once and suffered for it. She had fallen far from the light of the stars, now she was but the faintest glimmer. Steadying him she moved quickly, she had thought it folly to come to such a place as this again. For here more were likely to know her than tucked within the shadows of a far away place. Yet she had dreamt of this place, and felt a need within her very bones to return to it . " --- There will be no fight we can not handle, there will be none that touch us. Two together are strong are they not? It is those that battle alone who must fear -- " Comforting words , truth be told they were but a faint memory of words her brother had once said. Words she now held close in memory of him. " I have no grand accommodations, but I can at least lend you aide before you find yourself returning to the sept or even the maesters -- come , I can give you wine and rest. Even bandage wounds. " Releasing her gentle hand from his arm where she had been keeping him steadied, she moved into the shadows opening a small and humble door. " -- Such is my home."
