A smile wants to creep across her face, to laugh. To laugh herself into the tears that she has gotten so tired of shedding. She must have wanted him to move on, she thinks now as she wets her lips to work the hysterical twitch out of them. Shouldn't he hear her voice now and know it for poison?
Brigade is instead staring at her with his still and emotionless face. He cannot help the way his visage is carved from stone but this morning—even with the shadows of tiredness and antlers on his face—he shows her nothing but smooth granite. His eyes glitter at her, but she cannot read what lives in them.
Its okay to talk to him. If he isn't going to leave.
"You look tired. What are you doing out here?" She asks, because it seems like a conversational thing to say... even though she knows he does not sleep well—on his own—and always seems to be roaming. Her body follows the turn of her head to curve herself around toward him, her hooves so near the edge but she does not seem to notice.
Brigade rolls a shoulder, she recognizes the gesture, the tension he tries to bleed off. Kensa stops, draws her head up and her chin in to make herself compact and unobtrusive. To stop herself from reaching out to comfort him. Certain that would be like putting a sword to a knife wound, for him... not for herself. "I just like to come here. I didn't think I'd see you—anyone." God she hates all this fucking honesty that keeps trying to burst out of her. "I never meant to see you again." She's already started now and cannot stop. "I wanted to I mean, but I—" Her lashes drop once more over her gemstone eyes that seconds before were catching the sunrise glow.
Stop now, you stupid girl.
[brigade]
