Tristran almost laughs at that, at her seeming innocence when it comes to death and the like.
"No," he says, shaking his head a bit, "I hope not to die any time soon." It is at this point that he would usually explain why -- which would involve much woe and tales of Victoria Forester -- but this time he doesn't. Perhaps it is because he is far too ill to make long-winded declarations of love.
Nevertheless, Tristran sits up momentarily, his hand slowly grasping at the silver chain.
"A promise for a promise."
He reaches for Yvaine's wrist, feeling the familiar tingle upon contact, then begins to loosen the chain.
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Date: 2007-02-05 06:24 am (UTC)"No," he says, shaking his head a bit, "I hope not to die any time soon." It is at this point that he would usually explain why -- which would involve much woe and tales of Victoria Forester -- but this time he doesn't. Perhaps it is because he is far too ill to make long-winded declarations of love.
Nevertheless, Tristran sits up momentarily, his hand slowly grasping at the silver chain.
"A promise for a promise."
He reaches for Yvaine's wrist, feeling the familiar tingle upon contact, then begins to loosen the chain.