That's not part of what he meant to happen. But - her eyes and her face - it's obvious she's been crying and he feels a stab of guilt for that. As far as he can tell, if he's been told the truth so far, none of this is her fault. She's as trapped by it as he is. More so because she has the fate of a planet hinging on her decisions and the only one his decisions effect are himself.
She hasn't done anything but exactly what he asked her to. She shouldn't have to cry over that.
But then she makes a sound, startled, squeaking, and he immediately hunches his shoulders inward, trying to make himself seem smaller. Less threatening. Even though, belatedly, that's laughable. She's the one with the bracelet and now they've both seen how effective that is. He's not the dangerous one here.
He's still about to retreat and leave her alone when what she'd said finally registers - and has him hesitating in the archway as she gets up and whirls off in a swirl of pale colors and white. He stops himself from swallowing reflexively at the thought of actual water, and probably clean water too if its from her own personal stock. His throat was barren and dry before. The screaming certainly hasn't done it any good. Water... water sound like heaven right about now.
He does notice that she pours it into two glasses, both from the same container and that she drinks hers first. If she's trying to assure him there's nothing in it, he appreciates the gesture - but she could probably knock him over with a good hard shove at the moment and if there was anything in the water it would be unnecessary overkill. His hand shakes when he reaches for the glass so he simply uses two hands. The first sip is pure torture but he keeps it down. Forces down several more sips until the inside of his throat does burn.
He's let himself be herded to the bed before it really registers, sitting gingerly on the edge of it, feeling - badly out of place, in his Galra dark colors and arm, dirty with travel and sweat, smelling like ozone and burns in a room of pastel and white and flowers and crystal. He keeps working at the water until it finally goes down his throat like a blessing. He hasn't eaten in - who knows and he doesn't want to shock his system with too much water but -
damn. It's the best tasting thing he's ever had to drink. His eyes watch her through it all though, quiet and steady. And when she's close enough he touches her, just once on the back of her forearm with his human finger before wrapping the hand back around his glass again. His voice still holds a bit of a croak and crack to it but its more natural than its been up until that moment. All he says is a quiet:]
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That's not part of what he meant to happen. But - her eyes and her face - it's obvious she's been crying and he feels a stab of guilt for that. As far as he can tell, if he's been told the truth so far, none of this is her fault. She's as trapped by it as he is. More so because she has the fate of a planet hinging on her decisions and the only one his decisions effect are himself.
She hasn't done anything but exactly what he asked her to. She shouldn't have to cry over that.
But then she makes a sound, startled, squeaking, and he immediately hunches his shoulders inward, trying to make himself seem smaller. Less threatening. Even though, belatedly, that's laughable. She's the one with the bracelet and now they've both seen how effective that is. He's not the dangerous one here.
He's still about to retreat and leave her alone when what she'd said finally registers - and has him hesitating in the archway as she gets up and whirls off in a swirl of pale colors and white. He stops himself from swallowing reflexively at the thought of actual water, and probably clean water too if its from her own personal stock. His throat was barren and dry before. The screaming certainly hasn't done it any good. Water... water sound like heaven right about now.
He does notice that she pours it into two glasses, both from the same container and that she drinks hers first. If she's trying to assure him there's nothing in it, he appreciates the gesture - but she could probably knock him over with a good hard shove at the moment and if there was anything in the water it would be unnecessary overkill. His hand shakes when he reaches for the glass so he simply uses two hands. The first sip is pure torture but he keeps it down. Forces down several more sips until the inside of his throat does burn.
He's let himself be herded to the bed before it really registers, sitting gingerly on the edge of it, feeling - badly out of place, in his Galra dark colors and arm, dirty with travel and sweat, smelling like ozone and burns in a room of pastel and white and flowers and crystal. He keeps working at the water until it finally goes down his throat like a blessing. He hasn't eaten in - who knows and he doesn't want to shock his system with too much water but -
damn. It's the best tasting thing he's ever had to drink. His eyes watch her through it all though, quiet and steady. And when she's close enough he touches her, just once on the back of her forearm with his human finger before wrapping the hand back around his glass again. His voice still holds a bit of a croak and crack to it but its more natural than its been up until that moment. All he says is a quiet:]
Nothing to forgive.