[Without her leaning down (or sidling over silently to a rock), the difference in their heights when standing is too great for him to easily reach her cheek or lips. Or... her forehead, where he kept pressing kisses to for a reason that she had yet to inquire about for fear the reason would be decidedly foolish. For them... or, perhaps, more for her, who had no cultural background in the potentially gallant and gentlemanly implications of a kiss upon the hand...
The brush of Claude's (Khalid's) lips over her knuckles was equal to what others would consider far more intimate gestures. Enough, as she follows along beside him, that a touch of blush ruddies her cheeks despite the seriousness of what needed doing in the twelve hours they had in this world. She doesn't... She does not feel poorly that he has not introduced her as his lover. Even without the Oracle's trial, the possibility than none of this was real at all, there were more important things they needed to do...
And this place... wouldn't be like Kenos, where she had a title and respect. Here, she was... just some foreign woman. It would cause unnecessary confusion or perhaps even undesirable reactions that might prevent them from exploring as freely.
It makes perfect sense. She just accepts it. (Even if she thinks he might not agree or do the same.)]
At the fountain, then.
[Her devotion to their mission consoled by his offer to keep searching while she changed, Hayame gives a little nod and takes the door he gestured to with a last, longing? look, her fingers unlaced from his and toying with her bracelet as she disappears into one of the guest rooms. A few minutes later, a little bell chimes to call for assistance, and a female attendant comes bustling by. Later, as he searches, he will see that same attendant scurrying past again with various pieces of clothing.
And by the time he finishes his search of the guest quarters, maybe even thinking he will have kept her waiting... Perhaps Hayame is being uncharacteristically picky about her garb? She doesn't seem to be anywhere in sight in the courtyard they had agreed to rendezvous in. The only person present is... Hmm? Perhaps another servant, or a guest of this world's King Khalid that he was not aware of. There is not much to notice from the back beyond the fact that she has dark hair beneath the half-sheer wrap of one of the many layers of light robes, and that she seems to be rather short and idly playing with some of the tassels on her sash.
But perhaps she saw where Hayame went?
... As he gets closer, there is a flash of newly-familiar copper on the woman's wrist.]
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The brush of Claude's (Khalid's) lips over her knuckles was equal to what others would consider far more intimate gestures. Enough, as she follows along beside him, that a touch of blush ruddies her cheeks despite the seriousness of what needed doing in the twelve hours they had in this world. She doesn't... She does not feel poorly that he has not introduced her as his lover. Even without the Oracle's trial, the possibility than none of this was real at all, there were more important things they needed to do...
And this place... wouldn't be like Kenos, where she had a title and respect. Here, she was... just some foreign woman. It would cause unnecessary confusion or perhaps even undesirable reactions that might prevent them from exploring as freely.
It makes perfect sense. She just accepts it. (Even if she thinks he might not agree or do the same.)]
At the fountain, then.
[Her devotion to their mission consoled by his offer to keep searching while she changed, Hayame gives a little nod and takes the door he gestured to with a last, longing? look, her fingers unlaced from his and toying with her bracelet as she disappears into one of the guest rooms. A few minutes later, a little bell chimes to call for assistance, and a female attendant comes bustling by. Later, as he searches, he will see that same attendant scurrying past again with various pieces of clothing.
And by the time he finishes his search of the guest quarters, maybe even thinking he will have kept her waiting... Perhaps Hayame is being uncharacteristically picky about her garb? She doesn't seem to be anywhere in sight in the courtyard they had agreed to rendezvous in. The only person present is... Hmm? Perhaps another servant, or a guest of this world's King Khalid that he was not aware of. There is not much to notice from the back beyond the fact that she has dark hair beneath the half-sheer wrap of one of the many layers of light robes, and that she seems to be rather short and idly playing with some of the tassels on her sash.
But perhaps she saw where Hayame went?
... As he gets closer, there is a flash of newly-familiar copper on the woman's wrist.]