His steps were light, somewhat quiet, as he approached her. A soft touch was all he gave as way of greeting. A light tapping on her shoulder with two fingers. Fate may be cruel to have them meet again in such a way, but the Saber was not about to let that dissuade him from his manners. So just the tap for the moment, just enough to get her attention so that she might turn to see him. How long had it been...?
It was only a brush, that’s all it took. A moment for her heart to skip repeated beats. It couldn’t- No.. She’s the one who shouldn’t be here. Being vulgar and fighting with his sword. Using his name. The strengths he gave her. He was entitled to this glory filled battle. God or not, he should have always been the one to be summoned.
Yet, she couldn’t pull herself to face him. She didn’t deserve to. After everything.. That last smiling face, one of a champion of the land going off to finish what was started only to never return home. She couldn’t even bare the idea of maintaining her position. She lost everything with him and that remained true even now.
To see her.. in such a pitiful state, lacking the luxurious charms or even the courage to accept the ghost behind her. Nuada... All she wanted to see after the night his defeat occurred. All she wanted to see the days, weeks, and months to follow. The only true King. And now that he was here... All those feelings made her into a petrified block with the ringing thoughts which begged ‘ Please don’t think less of me for everything’. The grief, guilt, all of it slamming into like a wave, washing away everything that made her brave.
After what felt like an eternity, Séarlait couldn’t let her King wait any longer. She had to turn and face him with a beaming grin! Congratulate him! Make sure his victory was assured! And in the second she turned confirming the face of her beloved it all broke. She clung to him with nothing but rustling fabric to break the silence.
There were no words. She didn’t need to say a thing. Right now proving this was all real was enough.