Stay away from him? As if she could.
Claire watched him leave the room, his shoulders squared. The guards filed out behind him, blocking her view of him.
There was something completely different about him that she couldn't place.
He was just… not himself.
But it didn't excuse what he said about her. And he said he didn't mean it?
Claire struggled to mop her flooding eyes.
A movement at the corner of the room made her glance up.
Terrence stood there, his face concealed underneath a visor.
He started walking towards her, but stopped.
"May I approach?" He asked, his voice muffled by his helmet.
Claire looked up at him slowly, still struggling to hold back her tears.
"You may."
He pulled something out of his chainmail and inched closer.
"For you… my lady."
He handed her a freshly knitted handkerchief to wipe her eyes with.
She could only glance at the object in her hands limply.
"Thank… you." She murmured.
He nodded and moved back to his post at the corner of the hall.
