@mosvani said : ❛ we are all useless alone. so its good you're not alone. ❜
there's some sniffling she doesn't try to hide as anything else-- no point in doing so, when their big brown eyes are flooded & the tip of her nose is as cherry-kissed as the apples of her cheeks. they used to hide it, this sentimentality, as to warrant as little ire as possible from auntie ethel. blaiseuse was more benevolent in that aspect, willing to excuse remy's feelings (called it an artist's weakness, made it sound like the gods' had plied her with too many tears to distract from her talents). auntie ethel had loathed it with a passion that usually manifested itself with curses & peach-colored bruises. so in-between wardens, remy learned to adapt.
on the road, though, there is no one to chastize her for being too soft. remy failed at the one thing she ought to do, leading to a disastrous fight gale came out of with a sword at his side (astarion snickering that wizards truly cannot hold their own, only to end for his sentence to cut in half with a pained scoff of his own) others weren't much better-- all because she had been asked something she managed to fuck up. so she had left them, and she had sat under a tree, and she had started crying. as one does.
they do not look up to alanna, shame rather evidently plastered over their features. "i'm worse than useless." a whisper, an admission, something quite similar to a confession, if only it did not wear the sophisticated robe of a statement invented by someone else, adopted by sheer exposure. "perhaps it'd be better", remy hiccups with a cry, her knees hugged tighter against their torso, "if i were alone."