Sunday Six (ish)
Mar. 29th, 2020 11:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morgynleriGot words on In Familia Imperatoris yesterday, so here's the Sunday Six(ish)!
There's a noise, and she looks over to see Jaskier frozen where he's standing, hands out as if he had been trying to catch her. Only she'd threatened to cut his hands off if he touched her without permission again, in a fit of temper. Not a good moment. Cirilla had been very small and none of them had been able to sleep while she'd been fussing over teeth coming in.
He recovers quickly, before she can find the words to apologize for that years ago threat, or rescind it. "Are you all right, Your Grace?"
Mór opens her mouth to tell him she is, and cannot get the words out. She shakes her head. Perhaps she is not as well as she'd thought. No longer queasy, but certainly exhausted.
"Would you like me to summon someone to aid you?" Jaskier frowns with worry when she shakes her head again.
Beckoning him over, she holds up a hand, waiting until he takes it, oh so carefully. He holds steady enough to get her on her feet. "No point. You look exhausted as I feel."
There's a noise, and she looks over to see Jaskier frozen where he's standing, hands out as if he had been trying to catch her. Only she'd threatened to cut his hands off if he touched her without permission again, in a fit of temper. Not a good moment. Cirilla had been very small and none of them had been able to sleep while she'd been fussing over teeth coming in.
He recovers quickly, before she can find the words to apologize for that years ago threat, or rescind it. "Are you all right, Your Grace?"
Mór opens her mouth to tell him she is, and cannot get the words out. She shakes her head. Perhaps she is not as well as she'd thought. No longer queasy, but certainly exhausted.
"Would you like me to summon someone to aid you?" Jaskier frowns with worry when she shakes her head again.
Beckoning him over, she holds up a hand, waiting until he takes it, oh so carefully. He holds steady enough to get her on her feet. "No point. You look exhausted as I feel."