[ John turns to him, and the expression on his face is not one Illarion has ever seen from him before: he looks at once delighted and abashed, lit up with a bright and disbelieving sort of awe. He holds himself around Alecto as a planet does a star. He hovers over her every movement, and he does not flinch at the bad sound her teeth make when she tries to grind metal to shards.
When he looks between the shrike and the monster at his side, it is with the eager tension of a child very much hoping he'll persuade two friends to get along. ]
This is she.
[ He touches her on the shoulder, fingers curled gentle over the damp fabric of her robe. ]
Annabel, this is Big Bird. [ He quirks a smile as though caught out, sheepish. ] Might have to come up with something better than that, at this rate... Meet Annabel.
cw: relationship that is weird and bad, also tooth gore
When he looks between the shrike and the monster at his side, it is with the eager tension of a child very much hoping he'll persuade two friends to get along. ]
This is she.
[ He touches her on the shoulder, fingers curled gentle over the damp fabric of her robe. ]
Annabel, this is Big Bird. [ He quirks a smile as though caught out, sheepish. ] Might have to come up with something better than that, at this rate... Meet Annabel.