Silverlight Terrace On The Road Again

He sighed at her response and she knew this would not be an easy tale to tell. In the pause that followed she was close to telling him that he didn't need to tell her, that she was fine with not knowing. Her mouth parted to say so just as he began, and her lips sealed to allow him to speak. He did not sit or meet her gaze and she frowned, worried that perhaps she should have told him not to bother with the story at all.

Yet, if they were to be friends beyond what they were now, true friends, she'd need to know. Without a story she would always wonder over what exactly had happened this day, and she didn't know if her mind might not supply a dark story where a lighter one might be. She didn't want her own mind to change her opinion of Judas, so this was the only way.

She nodded gently to his words about his mother, glancing away herself as he retold the part that she knew. Some wolves were terrible creatures, horrible in their hearts and minds. No herbs could heal such wickedness. She did not speak, worried that she might disturb him somehow. He seemed in a trance, off some place else. She only nodded for him to continue, her eyes rising to meet his if he would look at her. He head was tilted in the way of concern, and her eyes and face showed no judgement. Only that she was listening, that she was open to his story.