[ Rin has dealt with all manner of strange, nebulous forces before, but something as 'sentient' as her... husband... is uncharted territory. She stiffens visibly when he moves from his throne, her steps faltering briefly before she forces herself to continue forward. Her eyes flick back and forth as she struggles to pick out details in the shadowy mass. Quickly, she decides she liked it better when there were no details to be seen at all. The brief glimpses are just enough for her imagination to try to run off without her.
Even so, she doesn't let herself falter again. She marches right up to the altar and props her hands on her waist, staring up at the creature with a skeptical expression. A deep, primal unease creeps through her, makes her knees feel kind of weak, makes her kind of want to turn and flee, but the priestess's warning (was it a warning? or more of a request?) to not shun him lingers in her mind. More than that, she remembers her father's much less recent warning to face any situation with elegance and composure. Even so... ]
It's not that I don't appreciate the treatment, but...
[ But what, exactly? Not even Rin can say for sure, so she simply lets her statement trail off. ]
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Even so, she doesn't let herself falter again. She marches right up to the altar and props her hands on her waist, staring up at the creature with a skeptical expression. A deep, primal unease creeps through her, makes her knees feel kind of weak, makes her kind of want to turn and flee, but the priestess's warning (was it a warning? or more of a request?) to not shun him lingers in her mind. More than that, she remembers her father's much less recent warning to face any situation with elegance and composure. Even so... ]
It's not that I don't appreciate the treatment, but...
[ But what, exactly? Not even Rin can say for sure, so she simply lets her statement trail off. ]