You wouldnโt think it just looking at her, but Yurie had a way with words. She was far from talkative but her penchant for packing a bundle of subtext into a few modest words was honestly impressive. With all the undermining and backstabbing between the academic types, he figured it was something of a learned talent for her own safetyโฆ and apparently his own. Normally they had the privacy of her quarters, where she could at least speak semi-candidly, but she cited that she was needed for anย โobservationโ and turned him away.ย
Was someone aware of who he actually was? Aware that they were trading in information some might consider sensitive? She punctuated her reason with a beleaguered sigh rather than her typical glint of interest for any academic venture; it was essentially an overt distress signal for how obvious it was to Simon, it was reason enough for him to accept her request that he go away and keep his distance until further notice.ย
But the thought of leaving her to fend for herself was an unpleasant one, one that slows his retreat and leaves him ruminating at the doors of the cathedral. Even if some Choir members knew he was a hunter, for what reason would they assume anything sinister? Had they not been careful with the material they poured over? Had they not made sure to return everything heโฆ procured to its proper place?ย
The mounting suspicion towards any and all choir members means that when he finds that the one who tapped his shoulder is a figure clad in white robes, his response is a suspicious glare ( thankfully masked by his blindfold )ย and a frown. Simon quickly reasons that itโs better to play it as though she startled him rather than any personal grievance and manages to let out a sigh, both to ease her and push down his frustration.ย โAh, these nerves of mineโฆ Apologies,ย miss. You did nothing wrong. Just these rampant thoughts taking all sense away from me.โย
She said nothing, only giving him a nonverbal gesture to invite him insideโฆ Which would be ignored by any man wearing a blindfold. He opted not to make this exchange any more difficult than it had to be.ย โDid you say something? No, perhaps you showed something? Terribly sorry but ahh, if you could lead me inside? These eyes of mine donโt do well with bright light Iโm afraid.โ Photophobia: A common enough symptom among those with collapsed pupils, you neednโt be a scholar to know that much.ย
Did she see him with Yurie? Was this person sent to pry some answers out of him? He would expect a rather soft touch if she planned to do so within the walls of the church. Perhaps he could find some answers for himself.ย
Simon the Harrowed ( @bcwbladeโ )
Sona felt a surge of embarrassment concentrated in her stomach the moment he had mentioned his eyes. Her hand drifts to the side of her face where her fingers press against her lower cheek as she listens to him. Lips part slightly and brows quirk underneath the cap as she takes in what he had said. Yet, as he proceeds, a sliver of relief comes over her when asked to lead him. Sonaโs hand slips from her face to join the other to gently secure his hand.ย
Their steps resound with soft clicks and shuffles against the smooth floors as she guides him towards her direction. Her hand would occasionally traverse towards his elbow as a form of reassurance that he is in her good care. Once they have reached outside one of the open rooms, Sona pulls a hand from his arm and places a palm against his shoulder to gesture for him to remain where he is. Withdrawing the other hand she presses it against the other shoulder to signal it one last time before turning and darting into the open room.ย
Sounds of shuffling items, bottles and metal clashing against one another resounds as she delves into the supplies. Wooden boxes carried, lightly tossed, and haphazardly placed can be heard in the mix. Then there is silence, without softer rustles trickling through. An elated sigh escapes her as Sona carries a folded blanket in hand and makes her way to the beggar. Treading loudly enough that he may hopefully hear her steps, she makes her return known as she strides to him. Unfolding the blanket, she drapes the fabric over his shoulder and tugs the ends towards her so it remains snug on his person.