Watched with a great intensity, he could tell by the muscles in her throat growing tense for a moment as she swallowed the pain in her eyes clear. He’d rather she lashed out at him, screamed at his for what he had done, but she was so passive, so bottled up that it only strengthened his feelings of guilt even after she forgave him.<br/><br/>He watched in silence as she picked up her tray, tears rolling down her cheek to drip off of her small chin and into her food. The urge to comfort her, that desire to protect grew intense within him, wanting to put his hand on hers at the very least, but he did not feel worthy of such. Looking at his own meal, he’d bring the cut log to his lap before picking up a knife, slicing a medium sized bite into the fish, though leaving it there for the time being.<br/><br/>“It doesn’t matter if we felt it was right, they are our crimes, my crimes… what happened to me, and perhaps what will become of me is all deserved.” He’d look back at her, focusing on her plush lips that were stained with tears, the urge to kiss her, to take the pain away from that gesture and put it into him was all he could think about.<br/><br/>Instead, he’d sigh deeply, lowering his attention to her hands, watching as she prodded her food. “Get some food in you… We’ll need the energy  for what’s to come. Things won’t be as peaceful as they were on this side of the river, my lady.”