His cheek and to the tip of his chin.
Although his head was lowered, gaze diverting from her. “My Empress. Forgive me. I am weak and frail.”
"We don't think much of ants, 'til they're the size of houses and burnin' down the forests. The desert is our home... and we're losin' that, too."
From the others
—- @sybella.sunder.my
Her gentle tug brings him out of a stalwart stance, and the stoic look that pained his face began to fade when he realized where exactly he was. Quickly, Knox went to one knee before her. A small tear broke from his right eye, carving its way down (c)