“I might be no great judge of sense, but it’s not silly that you care.” Endymion said earnestly. There seemed to be mountains still weighing on her, things he couldn’t quite understand the weight of, but he brushed off her apologies with a swift shake of his head, and then offered a smile back to her when she finally managed one, in spite of the settled sadness in her face.
“And unless you’ve had a timely vision of this snowfall stopping, or know of some way that I might leave safely in this,” Endymion countered lightly, apologetically, trying to bring her back to amusement somehow – “I’m rather your prisoner for the time being. So.” He grinned at her foolishly – she could of course leave him somewhere if she did want to be rid of him. But, in the case she did want the company, Endymion touched her elbow to express – you’ll have to go ahead, and lead the way.
“And unless you’ve had a timely vision of this snowfall stopping, or know of some way that I might leave safely in this,” Endymion countered lightly, apologetically, trying to bring her back to amusement somehow – “I’m rather your prisoner for the time being. So.” He grinned at her foolishly – she could of course leave him somewhere if she did want to be rid of him. But, in the case she did want the company, Endymion touched her elbow to express – you’ll have to go ahead, and lead the way.
