Tristran shifts a bit, slowly and carefully so not to wake his companion, until he is more or less sitting up.
He tilts his head, watching her with a strange sort of curiousity. She looks different when she's asleep -- peaceful, quiet, beautiful. Far different from how she is when she's awake, and yet unmistakably Yvaine.
A soft sort of smile crosses his features (unbeknown to him), and he lifts his right hand -- his non-scarred, perfectly normal hand -- towards her face, fingers hovering lightly over her cheek. He can almost feel the tingle against his fingertips.
Slowly, he withdraws his hand and lets out a sigh, leaning with his back to the wall, but so his hand -- the one beneath hers -- is still. His heart is pounding incessantly, and he forces his eyes closed.
Something's changed.
...And he isn't sure yet whether this is particularly a bad thing.
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Tristran shifts a bit, slowly and carefully so not to wake his companion, until he is more or less sitting up.
He tilts his head, watching her with a strange sort of curiousity. She looks different when she's asleep -- peaceful, quiet, beautiful. Far different from how she is when she's awake, and yet unmistakably Yvaine.
A soft sort of smile crosses his features (unbeknown to him), and he lifts his right hand -- his non-scarred, perfectly normal hand -- towards her face, fingers hovering lightly over her cheek. He can almost feel the tingle against his fingertips.
Slowly, he withdraws his hand and lets out a sigh, leaning with his back to the wall, but so his hand -- the one beneath hers -- is still. His heart is pounding incessantly, and he forces his eyes closed.
Something's changed.
...And he isn't sure yet whether this is particularly a bad thing.