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Amadeus never shared when he was hurting. It wasn't because he didn't trust her, she knew that, but he had this constant nobility that made him believe that his own problems did not amount to anything in the grand scheme of things. The truth was – everyone was insignificant in some way. Even Fira. What were monarchs to the rest of the world? To the sun? The moon? To a benevolent being? But he was not insignificant, not to her. Her entire little world revolved around him. Without the crown, he had found the Fira that had long since been lost in the pretty dresses and crippling expectation. He never belittled her feelings, never told her that she was wrong for feeling what she did – whether she was hurt, sad, or sick.
And to hear him admit that he was hurting actually eased the burden on her heart. If she knew what was wrong, she could help, but when he kept to himself and rushed off to help, she just worried.
At his admittance and her head in his lap, she brought her hand up to rest on his thigh, her thumb rubbing gentle, soothing circles. She was no medic, but the least she could do was be there for him and give him some comfort. "I hope so too," she admitted, though she had no way of knowing. With Peter's forces focused here, she hoped that it took some of the pressure off the other villages, but she did not doubt that Peter would have sent soldiers at the news of the Baron's death. The people of Inverness were strong, they would be able to deal with a few soldiers, and with Fira gone – they had nothing to hide. The culprits were long gone and Liam was more than capable of seeing to it that his people were well taken care of.
She hoped his mother was well, too.
"It always feels so strange to have these quiet moments before the storm," Fira admitted quietly, "With everything that has happened, I thought people would be more frantic, but I suppose war just becomes a way of living. I was very, very young when the war with Loran ceased. It always just felt like a distant thought."
And to hear him admit that he was hurting actually eased the burden on her heart. If she knew what was wrong, she could help, but when he kept to himself and rushed off to help, she just worried.
At his admittance and her head in his lap, she brought her hand up to rest on his thigh, her thumb rubbing gentle, soothing circles. She was no medic, but the least she could do was be there for him and give him some comfort. "I hope so too," she admitted, though she had no way of knowing. With Peter's forces focused here, she hoped that it took some of the pressure off the other villages, but she did not doubt that Peter would have sent soldiers at the news of the Baron's death. The people of Inverness were strong, they would be able to deal with a few soldiers, and with Fira gone – they had nothing to hide. The culprits were long gone and Liam was more than capable of seeing to it that his people were well taken care of.
She hoped his mother was well, too.
"It always feels so strange to have these quiet moments before the storm," Fira admitted quietly, "With everything that has happened, I thought people would be more frantic, but I suppose war just becomes a way of living. I was very, very young when the war with Loran ceased. It always just felt like a distant thought."