Northstar Vale but if you close your eyes

queenie goes; his gaze trails her a second longer than necessary, before alarian's words pull his attention back. and boy, his words. delight freezes, an instinctive panic in him (does this dude who wants you dead know you're here, are we in danger) but thankfully has the grace to not say anything. 

the morwinyon is, ironically, not good with words when it comes to these sorts of things -- emotions, comfort, reassurance. he barely knows how to tend to physical wounds, let alone fumble to offer help to emotional. he does not press for detail -- he doesn't say anything at all for a long moment, unwilling to intrude on what feels like a private moment.

at length he says, "i'm sorry, alarian," and lapses back into silence as queenie returns with the cobwebs. he moves in to help apply them and says on an impulse, "stay here for a little. to rest -- you're not in any condition to walk back home alone." delight sounds more sure than he feels, and he punctuates the sentence by glancing at queenie, a brief uncertainty in his eyes. but he's right -- especially if there's someone out there actively trying to kill him.