"Do you... want to change?"

Aynur felt the other woman press closer as her gentle whispers tickled Aynur's ear. In not so many words they were a promise, an alluring dream that Aynur had all but given up on. "Do I...want to see..." The question should have been easy to answer. And yet she struggled. Instead of answering Aynur hiccuped. Such an offer, be it real or not. That possibility. To see, to see the twilit sky sparkle above her. To see the colour of Tristains eyes and his face. To see his smile instead of hear it in his voice. To be of use. To not be so afraid that someone she cared so deeply for would die because of her own ineptitude. Her own weakness. Did she want to see? Yes Stars and Thaynes above yes! Plush, innocent lips quivered as they tried to utter the answer but instead of words- it was naught more than a sorrowful soliloquy.

She had tried so hard these past few days to put on a brave face. She had tried to be strong for Tristain. So very hard... Aynur gripped the woman's shoulders with trembling hands, they pulled taught the other womans clothing in unrelenting fists. "I do..." She choked back between sobs. Aynur didn't want to be weak, she didn't want to cry. She wanted to hold back her tears so as not to worry others. She laughed today...sincerely, really, truly and it had hurt. She didn't understand then but she knew now. That laughter was fleeting. That happiness dying like a flame drowning in a river of water. A deep, dark feeling in her gut made the woman feel like she was betraying Tristain, not only by holding the other woman so close, but by crying. As though all his attempts to make her feel better were for naught. "I-I do..." Aynur repeated as she pressed tear stained cheeks against the other woman's neck.

Rosellia shifted slightly, one of her hands wrapped around Aynur's waist, almost possessively so. The other curled into Aynur's chestnut trestles. Delicate fingers worked through the hair, like a baker lovingly working his dough. She hummed softly, as though in thought and it... it calmed Aynur down, even if just a little. Enough for her to take a few deep breaths. Gulps of air her body desperately needed. Aynur lifted her head enough for her to wipe away her tears on the back of her hand. "I...I just wanted to die..."

The woman stopped patting Aynur and it felt like the world around them had stilled.

"I..." Aynur gulped as she continued. "I tried. I tried to rid myself of this wretched evil, cruel, unrelenting world - but it wouldn't let me. He wouldn't let me." Aynur shook her head and her hair cascaded down her like a waterfall, shielding unseeing eyes away from the world. "And he... Tristain almost died because- because I'm so weak. Please... if you can, if you could, if you would...h-help me. Help me see."

There was more silence. It killed Aynur. She had gone too far hadn't she? She had pushed herself far too close to this woman who was virtually a stranger. Tristain said it himself, people were cruel. So was this world. So why? Why was Aynur so willing to trust her? This being who was a sword, who confused and comforted Aynur at the same time. The blind waif pulled away from Rosellia and shifted to remove herself from the lap. To remove herself from the situation.

Tristain had told her if she needed him all she had to do was find her way out to the streets and yell for him.

Just move...

move...

Rosellia would not have it. Calloused hands griped Aynur tightly. "Stay." Her words were spoken softly, but with a near commanding tone. Aynur stilled as Rosellia pressed one hand tight against Aynur's breast, her fingers danced over the soft flesh. Aynur murmured in confused protest. Was this... normal for her? Did it count as something sexual if it were two women, or was she...the sword... still trying to comfort her?

"I can do that for you."

Wait, What?

She could bring back Aynurs sight?

She was close, very close - Aynur could smell the faint scent of the forest upon the woman's breath. An exhale was like taking a detour off the forest path - into the unknown. "Take away your pain..." She continued.

Her hand shifted to Aynur's chin as she grasped it gently between calloused fingers. "Like it never existed."

Were these words real? Aynur's eyes fluttered close. If that pain could go. If this strange apparition could take it all away...

"Please do."

She wanted to be stronger, for herself. For Tristain.