Despite the scary fight that Nox just won, Danika was comfortable talking with him. Those nearest had quickly abandoned their seats when they realized the fighter in their proximity. However, Danika had a feeling that they were more worried about the channeling than anything else. She remembered the way that he looked at Godric, and now she understood why.
The name thing didn’t bother her. Most people forgot her name, or they mispronounced it horrifically. Then he retracted the hand she didn’t realized she’d reached after. She gasped when he revealed the connection under his sleeve. He hadn’t liked to be touched before, so she didn’t try again, but she did push her glasses up her nose and lean close. Were those neuropads? “You can feel the senses in it? Can’t you?” she was practically giddy. When he said who gifted it, her brows rose up, quite impressed.
She didn’t really understand how a man that claimed to fight monsters wasn’t a professional fighter. Wasn’t it just fighting something else if not in a pit at the bottom of a secret club? She mulled over the philosophy of the definition of fighting a few moments before noticing that Nox had become emotional.
A single tear fell. He swore, and Danika just kind of cringed to herself and hoped it would pass. Crying men really made her uncomfortable. When she came to understand that was probably not being the most understanding, she wobbled her way to her feet despite the heels. After a tug of her skirt to make sure her butt cheeks were covered plenty. She went to pat him on the shoulder with some measure of comfort. “There, there. I’m sure it will all be okay.”
The name thing didn’t bother her. Most people forgot her name, or they mispronounced it horrifically. Then he retracted the hand she didn’t realized she’d reached after. She gasped when he revealed the connection under his sleeve. He hadn’t liked to be touched before, so she didn’t try again, but she did push her glasses up her nose and lean close. Were those neuropads? “You can feel the senses in it? Can’t you?” she was practically giddy. When he said who gifted it, her brows rose up, quite impressed.
She didn’t really understand how a man that claimed to fight monsters wasn’t a professional fighter. Wasn’t it just fighting something else if not in a pit at the bottom of a secret club? She mulled over the philosophy of the definition of fighting a few moments before noticing that Nox had become emotional.
A single tear fell. He swore, and Danika just kind of cringed to herself and hoped it would pass. Crying men really made her uncomfortable. When she came to understand that was probably not being the most understanding, she wobbled her way to her feet despite the heels. After a tug of her skirt to make sure her butt cheeks were covered plenty. She went to pat him on the shoulder with some measure of comfort. “There, there. I’m sure it will all be okay.”