[ Nigel covers the confections with his hand and holds them to his middle as if they were in need of warmth. There was very little he cared about in the world beyond destiny and Jack and the Holy Order; but his mother ( poor mother, put to bed with still a head) has been always spared a kind thought and those that manage to evoke memories of her are offered something that vaguely resembles compassion. It's just an illusion, however, a series of gestures and expressions that fail to properly connect with the innerworkings of Nigel's heart and mind. But only those who look to peek past the curtain seem to grasp this truth about him. ]
You'll forgive me if I'm unused to kindness. That does not mean it's unwelcome. [ She was right, though. When he was young, his mother used to send him all sorts of indulgences, but as Nigel grew older and his father more bitter, those packages grew fewer and far between until one day they finally stopped.
He stares at her for a very long moment, snow beginning to collect on his bare shoulders and catching on his eyelashes. Then, it occurs to him to say: ] Thank you, Rosella.
you cannot map the ways of divinity;
You'll forgive me if I'm unused to kindness. That does not mean it's unwelcome. [ She was right, though. When he was young, his mother used to send him all sorts of indulgences, but as Nigel grew older and his father more bitter, those packages grew fewer and far between until one day they finally stopped.
He stares at her for a very long moment, snow beginning to collect on his bare shoulders and catching on his eyelashes. Then, it occurs to him to say: ] Thank you, Rosella.