the question, offer of his assistance made her mind race. help wasn't something she ever requested from him, nor he to outright offer his hand so-to-speak.
it was unexpected.. but refreshing.
"I don't if you help.."
troubles you..?"
"very good," a soft murmur to the roughness of his voice, that she's grown fond of over the years. it was a complicated feeling. half of her belonged to him, her thoughts, her favor.. the other half was torn. torn between what was good and what was right.
honor versus duty.
"anything else that
