❝ do not concern yourself with what might be. focus on what is. ❞
she’s in the middle of considering a hundred different decisions, dark eyes shifting rapidly from point to point on the great map laid before them. newly calloused fingers linger over one of the little markers, (how strange, she thinks, for such a little thing to represent so many lives), in consideration before moving to another, and another, but only to pause, and then to-
her gaze snaps up and she pauses, blinking away her concentration. it’s said kindly, gently even. “easier said than done, i’m afraid,” she replies, though her hand lifts from the table, “though i suppose you’ve more practice with such than i.” no wonder it seems to keep him awake, sidri thinks. she’s seen him about the battlements and courtyards at night, the evenings when she sneaks out with bull with a large hood and a muffled voice. it keeps her awake too, the thousand movements that might be or should be, but his suggestion serves as a good reminder to be present.
“thank you, commander,” she nods and tucks a loose strand of dark hair behind an ear, taking a few steps back to look at the war table as a whole, “did you have to grow better at such or does it just come naturally to some?”
