Honeyed Pasture the gentle moonlight

He could have corrected her - but it was a benefit of miscommunication that she think the land claimed, as it would hasten her leave and perhaps spread in these parts that none should tread so close; he saw her stumbling and felt aggravation rise inside of himself, or thought as much. Unable to recognize what he was truly feeling, Revui could not label the way he stared after her as lust, but that was exactly the sin that empowered him to follow after her. The trail she wove was irregular - her pace slowed, whether by illness or a general weakness did not matter. Eventually he rolled his eyes and with an exasperated huff, moved to intercept her.

In doing so he hoped to keep her steady and upright. Revui came up along one side and offered his shoulder for her to lean on if it was needed - an excuse for him to get close, too, and the heavy scent that surrounded the girl further intoxicated him. But he knew his mission and he was loyal to his sister's purpose, so he would show as much restraint as he could muster.

I will escort you. He states. His clipped words are cold but direct, more-so like Hydra's brevity. Maybe he was just playing the part - doing what he thinks his sister would, for the sake of the girl. He draws a breath more of the musk and feels an electricity hum through his skin; it collects in his belly, pulses lower than that - makes walking a little hard to manage - but Revui was not wise enough to be embarrassed by the reaction of his body. After some distance he finds an excuse to linger further - asking, Where is home?