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"Are you not worried, though?" Carina couldn't help but question, resting back in her seat, the swell of baby bump rising as she did so, "Of how people will react? I... I know I said it is important to appeal to those who you might not have done before, but... changing colours, changing tactics and the kingdom's stance on such things... are you not concerned that it all may be too much for the people? And that they... they might not understand the representation of the purple?"
Her stream of questions, however, were cut off by his comment regarding her smile. Unexpected, and also unwarranted, Carina was automatic in her response to look down and raise a hand to her mouth as if trying to feel the smile in which he spoke.
It would have been so easy to go with her usual, biting comment in response. It was already there, right on the tip of her tongue. But that was back before they were attempting this new line of behaviour with each other. It was still hard to think that he wasn't saying such things with hidden malicious intentions, or believe that he wasn't behaving in such a way to try and get her to open up and become vulnerable. She had to continue to remind herself that he was being truthful, that he was being sincere and genuine. Why else would he have shown her so much of his own vulnerabilities, thus damaging his own image and opening himself up to attacks - both verbal and physical?
With the idea of physical attacks in mind, Carina's gaze dropped onto her bare wrist, as she came to realise he still hadn't replaced her bracelet. So, instead of responding to his comment about her smile, she simply cleared her throat and raised her arm to allow wrist and hand to rest on the breakfast table.
"You've not put the bracelet back on. I can understand how you may have forgotten about it. Things got... rather intense in there." She moved on, still finding it difficult to accept compliments in any form from him.
Being civil and supportive of each other would be fine for Carina, but she still couldn't find it in herself to acknowledge or be comfortable with any compliments or praise he wished to provide her with. After so long of fighting, hearing such words come from him in a positive manner where it wasn't a win if he did pass compliment, was an alien sensation. It still felt wrong, to be on this new playing field with Sven, where they were getting along and seemingly working together.
It felt like she was a traitor, that Emmett and her father and her ancestors would be turning in their graves if they knew what she was doing, what she was allowing. However, could she not see this new change as a win in itself? She was working with the king of Ignis, to change things for the better. Perhaps if there were Eirian people hiding underground, they may be allowed to come and live as they used to and rebuild their lives with her help.
"It's going to... take me a while to get used to this new side of you, Sven. I hope... I hope you can understand that and appreciate that." She finally spoke again, deciding to just tackle her issues straight on and be up front with him about it. She was brutally honest when they were trying to tear each other down, she may as well continue if they were to seriously begin working together.
"I can't deny that there will be times where I will doubt you and distrust you but... but I will try to work past those moments. It'll just... take time. I know I've said it before but... I just wanted to reiterate. If I don't respond to a compliment or a comment or something similar... it's not for a dislike of it, but rather a... an uncertainty of it. As I'm sure you are with me, I'm not used to... nice things coming from you unless it's about our child. So if you say something nice about my... my outfit, my smile, or just how I look... consider this my apologies in advance if I don't respond or acknowledge them."
Her stream of questions, however, were cut off by his comment regarding her smile. Unexpected, and also unwarranted, Carina was automatic in her response to look down and raise a hand to her mouth as if trying to feel the smile in which he spoke.
It would have been so easy to go with her usual, biting comment in response. It was already there, right on the tip of her tongue. But that was back before they were attempting this new line of behaviour with each other. It was still hard to think that he wasn't saying such things with hidden malicious intentions, or believe that he wasn't behaving in such a way to try and get her to open up and become vulnerable. She had to continue to remind herself that he was being truthful, that he was being sincere and genuine. Why else would he have shown her so much of his own vulnerabilities, thus damaging his own image and opening himself up to attacks - both verbal and physical?
With the idea of physical attacks in mind, Carina's gaze dropped onto her bare wrist, as she came to realise he still hadn't replaced her bracelet. So, instead of responding to his comment about her smile, she simply cleared her throat and raised her arm to allow wrist and hand to rest on the breakfast table.
"You've not put the bracelet back on. I can understand how you may have forgotten about it. Things got... rather intense in there." She moved on, still finding it difficult to accept compliments in any form from him.
Being civil and supportive of each other would be fine for Carina, but she still couldn't find it in herself to acknowledge or be comfortable with any compliments or praise he wished to provide her with. After so long of fighting, hearing such words come from him in a positive manner where it wasn't a win if he did pass compliment, was an alien sensation. It still felt wrong, to be on this new playing field with Sven, where they were getting along and seemingly working together.
It felt like she was a traitor, that Emmett and her father and her ancestors would be turning in their graves if they knew what she was doing, what she was allowing. However, could she not see this new change as a win in itself? She was working with the king of Ignis, to change things for the better. Perhaps if there were Eirian people hiding underground, they may be allowed to come and live as they used to and rebuild their lives with her help.
"It's going to... take me a while to get used to this new side of you, Sven. I hope... I hope you can understand that and appreciate that." She finally spoke again, deciding to just tackle her issues straight on and be up front with him about it. She was brutally honest when they were trying to tear each other down, she may as well continue if they were to seriously begin working together.
"I can't deny that there will be times where I will doubt you and distrust you but... but I will try to work past those moments. It'll just... take time. I know I've said it before but... I just wanted to reiterate. If I don't respond to a compliment or a comment or something similar... it's not for a dislike of it, but rather a... an uncertainty of it. As I'm sure you are with me, I'm not used to... nice things coming from you unless it's about our child. So if you say something nice about my... my outfit, my smile, or just how I look... consider this my apologies in advance if I don't respond or acknowledge them."