Office Hours - We Could Be

[shieldof]

[Faith's door remains closed, the brass "PRIVATE" plaque silent and unyielding. Trying to force the door yields no results, but- she said you could contact her here, so just go ahead and knock. Worst case scenario, you're no worse off than before, right?]

((OOC: Please tag your top-levels with the appropriate week and day.))

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[shieldof]

...I appreciate your concern, Sir Kinger.

[She reaches up to pat the gloved hand on her shoulder.]

But this is between Solarinace and myself.

1/2

[checkwhat]

...Okay. I said it before but...if you need to talk about it, you know where to find me.

[He can't force her to accept his help he can still be here for her.]

2/2 (i didn't get distracted by death, wdym?)

[checkwhat]

But right now, you look like you could use a hot cup of tea.

[His eyes scrunch in a gentle smile and he reaches into the sleeve of his robe to pull something out: a dark blue knitted granny square a little larger than his hand. One side is decorated with golden yellow yarn in geometric patterns and there's a small white butterfly button sewn into one corner.]

It's been a long time since I picked up a pair of needles but with the arts and crafts room it felt right to pick up an old hobby. It's a mug cozy, to protect your hands.

[shieldof]

Oh-

[She looks over the cozy, and. Yeah, those are tears.]

You are- quite kind, Sir Kinger.

["more than I deserve" is the part that doesn't quite get said]

[checkwhat]

Everyone is worthy of a little kindness, Faith. [Both hands come to rest gently on her shoulders.] Even if all they can do is their best in the situation they're stuck in.

[Even if they make the mistake of trusting the wrong person- or god, in this case.]