[he watches her while crouching over the flickering fire. His eyebrows twitch slightly at her antsy behavior, but when he speaks, his voice does not betray any emotion]
Your bedroll is untouched, Kaeshira.
/ her eyes widen and she laughs nervously in an attempt to brush the comment off as nothing. it’s painfully obvious that she’s flustered by her tone and the tell-tale way she was playing with her hair. she looks down as she fixes her braid /
I… slept in a tree last night! Really!
[her nervousness does not go unnoticed. His eyes dart from her downcast eyes to the ever so slightly shaking hands fiddling with her braid that looks unusually haphazardly tied today, also taking in the crumpled and stained tunic collar underneath the folds of her cloak.]
[he abandons the little fire, and with two long strides closes the distance between them. His nostrils flare.]
Yes, I suppose that would conveniently explain the tar I smell in your clothing. But not the stale mead, smoke, and - [his brows furrow and the lines around his eyes tighten] - ah. Him.
/ she watches as he gets closer and shrinks away, looking up at him with a forced smile / Oh, well— That— Uh…
…Okay, okay. You know I can’t lie. / mumbles and looks down / I went to Whiterun last night because I was restless. Varleaus was there and we were drinking and… I don’t remember much of what happened after that.
/ she starts fixing her hair again, unable to meet his gaze /
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