At least Sir is here to calm her, and Marcoulf is being kind. She did not expect that and it rests on her shoulders, calming and easing the tension inside of her. She feels such guilt about what she had been unable to do, her failures, and yet...
And yet. She knows it is not entirely her fault, but... She wishes she could repair it all the same. She wishes... So much.
"No. I would be glad to go anywhere." And then, again, "thank you."
"Think nothing of it," he says without shifting his attention away from the task under his hands. Maybe it's a statement made automatic out of habit. Or maybe his thoughtfulness only extends so far - yes, to offering his company; no to accepting her thanks. Or maybe he's just an ass. Or maybe he's aware of some prickling, selfish intent in all of this. He shouldn't invite her along anywhere. She does poorly with the stilted quality of his presence and it would be neater, cleaner, kinder to simply not request that she suffer through it at all.
But.
(Magni wouldn't have died easily, he thinks. But maybe she did. It's a comfort to think it was done with quickly. Maybe that's why the rest of them couldn't get all the way away. If she was struck down right at the beginning, they wouldn't have the benefit of her strength behind them and then--)
Anyway. He focuses on brushing out Sir's coat. It takes some time, some effort, and it's most comfortable to do it in silence and so he offers little more in the way of conversation until the horse is settled.
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And yet. She knows it is not entirely her fault, but... She wishes she could repair it all the same. She wishes... So much.
"No. I would be glad to go anywhere." And then, again, "thank you."
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But.
(Magni wouldn't have died easily, he thinks. But maybe she did. It's a comfort to think it was done with quickly. Maybe that's why the rest of them couldn't get all the way away. If she was struck down right at the beginning, they wouldn't have the benefit of her strength behind them and then--)
Anyway. He focuses on brushing out Sir's coat. It takes some time, some effort, and it's most comfortable to do it in silence and so he offers little more in the way of conversation until the horse is settled.