02-01-2020, 11:23 PM
The girl looked utterly blank for a moment, offering Nox’s name almost like a question, but it was the barely concealed happiness straight after that Raffe regarded with some curiosity. A barrage of questions followed like a mini whirlwind. He shook the proffered hand, amused. Heat swept Nox’s features at the question. It had been an innocent enough one considering they’d been holding hands, yet Nox’s quick glance suggested discomfort for the label. Or for Raffe's reaction. He needn’t have worried.
“Cousin, huh. And bonafide rebel. A pleasure.” Raffe grinned, hand sweeping a half-bow amidst Sterling’s giggling protest of their relationship. The fountain of her questioning was too naive to suggest she had the first clue of how Nox might have gotten his injury, and it should probably stay that way. Nox could do with the rest rather than the complication, and Raffe doubted he’d want her to know where he was living either (besides which, Kallisti was really no place for a kid), but looking at the enthusiasm sparking in her eyes she was not going to be easy to shake off.
Raffe knew what it was like to be unwanted. Especially by those who shared your very blood.
“I’m trying to get him home to recover. Discharged himself against the doctor’s advice, you see. You want to help me convince him he should be resting up? Maybe he’ll listen to his little cousin.” A grin played, good natured. He almost winked in Nox’s direction, though refrained. It was fabrication, really, though he did doubt Nox would rest for as long as he ought. If he acted pathetic enough perhaps Sterling would let them pass and feel she’d done a good turn in the process.
“Cousin, huh. And bonafide rebel. A pleasure.” Raffe grinned, hand sweeping a half-bow amidst Sterling’s giggling protest of their relationship. The fountain of her questioning was too naive to suggest she had the first clue of how Nox might have gotten his injury, and it should probably stay that way. Nox could do with the rest rather than the complication, and Raffe doubted he’d want her to know where he was living either (besides which, Kallisti was really no place for a kid), but looking at the enthusiasm sparking in her eyes she was not going to be easy to shake off.
Raffe knew what it was like to be unwanted. Especially by those who shared your very blood.
“I’m trying to get him home to recover. Discharged himself against the doctor’s advice, you see. You want to help me convince him he should be resting up? Maybe he’ll listen to his little cousin.” A grin played, good natured. He almost winked in Nox’s direction, though refrained. It was fabrication, really, though he did doubt Nox would rest for as long as he ought. If he acted pathetic enough perhaps Sterling would let them pass and feel she’d done a good turn in the process.