[Identifiable, yes. It is identifiable as his likeness. So if he is confident that she finds him handsome, then it depicts him handsomely. ... And she had, since they first made acquaintance, gradually grown to find him (notice him as) rather (very) attractive, so perhaps that answer is flattery? Or at least comforting to the ego.
She does not know why she did not expect him to touch her. Just her impression of how a king should act within his kingdom, perhaps? But his hand falls upon her withers and she... manages to tear her halved-gaze from the him of the tapestry to look at the him right next to her. Almyra was...]
It is so unlike my lands...
[Is what comes out first. It is so dry, the heat, when her own province was so inclined to the cold and damp. There are so many people, when she... Yes, she knew that supposedly there were many people in the castle towns and capital, but she had never seen so many people in one place in Echigo. They dress different, they look different, they smell different, they speak different... they fly on wyverns in the sky, and ride on weird... weird hunchbacked things? But...]
... It is like you described, though. There is beauty in it.
[She cannot let him think that she dislikes it, for all that she felt yet a bit like an alien amongst them. For all that seeing this tapestry had made her remember... how very different their lives had been. Were meant to be. And what she had heard from the lips of the head of Meridian's church, what the General had said about the method of shardbearers returning to their own worlds...
Her fingers seem hesitant, when they reach to hover over his forearm and then try to rest there like she had grown used to casually doing.]
- Have you found the shards? I will help you...
[That- They had to focus on that, did they not? If it were her world, even just a dream or vision of it...]
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She does not know why she did not expect him to touch her. Just her impression of how a king should act within his kingdom, perhaps? But his hand falls upon her withers and she... manages to tear her halved-gaze from the him of the tapestry to look at the him right next to her. Almyra was...]
It is so unlike my lands...
[Is what comes out first. It is so dry, the heat, when her own province was so inclined to the cold and damp. There are so many people, when she... Yes, she knew that supposedly there were many people in the castle towns and capital, but she had never seen so many people in one place in Echigo. They dress different, they look different, they smell different, they speak different... they fly on wyverns in the sky, and ride on weird... weird hunchbacked things? But...]
... It is like you described, though. There is beauty in it.
[She cannot let him think that she dislikes it, for all that she felt yet a bit like an alien amongst them. For all that seeing this tapestry had made her remember... how very different their lives had been. Were meant to be. And what she had heard from the lips of the head of Meridian's church, what the General had said about the method of shardbearers returning to their own worlds...
Her fingers seem hesitant, when they reach to hover over his forearm and then try to rest there like she had grown used to casually doing.]
- Have you found the shards? I will help you...
[That- They had to focus on that, did they not? If it were her world, even just a dream or vision of it...]