The Abbey

[relentless]

"O-oh, yeah sure, I can do that."
Libourg says as he plops his scrolls and books down on the desk, and goes round the corner, bumping into the chair he had previously pointed at and making it screech against the dusty stone floor.

"S-sorry about that, arms making it harder for me to concentrate.. heheh."
Libourg chuckled awkwardly as he pushed the chair back, moving towards the pile of books he had knocked over. Once next to it, Libourg would attempt to kneel down, but since he was mindful of his arm, it would prove to be an awkward and wobbly descent. Eventually he would stomach himself down to one knee, and with his able hand, he scooped up the fallen backs one by one.

"How long have you been in here? It's awfully drab and dusty."
Libourg noted, not turning his head to look at her as he slowly piled the books back ontop of each other.

[Outisakanobody]

"I do not know...Are my hands able to do something to create, instead of destroy?" Grace asks, looking down at said hands. She hugged Tilly close her herself, enjoying closeness of her friend.

[Bloodtrailkiller]

/Lekalis/

Compulsion had him listen in, but an arisen care for the woman named Grace swelled as he listened to her woes. Something so very relatable, a queer parallel to the water in the pail he'd taken to the door; he could see himself in the way Grace spoke, perhaps not now, but what he could have been. What he may have been, in the past. Though he'd always had good friends, for which he was grateful for... Or, at least, companionship.

He'd leant his back to the cobblestones outside the door, and squatted slightly, as he held onto the pail by the hempen rope with his hands; though let it swing between his legs as he listened. Tilly needed this, he figured, or at least, Grace needed her in this moment. He knew how important it was to have someone to listen, to care... Or at least act like it, for a time.

With some swallowed dignity, he decided to let her talk; even if the silence between their sentences grew... He heard the subtle shifts of fabric, something he'd heard many times before, as he'd spied on countless courtly affairs. Though he trusted Tilly was wont to do anything so lewd.

Something that he hadn't heard before, were kind words... Spoken of him, at least. Much less, behind his back. Once or twice, the honeyed words to gain his favor; though he'd quickly found a way to see past the foggy delirium of nice words and sweetened truths. He had to withhold a small chuckle, as he brought a hand to his heart, feeling an unfamiliar warmth at last. Florence had been one to stroke such a chord in his heart, but never with such grace and allure.

He chewed on his lip; he heard no ruse, nor lie in her tone or manner as she'd spoke it, though it had been reciprocated with due starkness... But it was a start, perhaps he could change the rumors around his name, something forged with Tilly's fair hands and tongue.
The Ex-Lord's shoulders squirmed, even if they were so pinned against the wall, as he listened and waited, relishing the moment for but a tad longer... 

//

[Unter]

Francois smiled at Milo "The deed is done." He stared at Milo, trying to understand the cringe of the young man.
He finally said "Are you uncomfortable with the followers of God? You shouldn't. Salvation awaits the faithful."

[rumsztyk]

"What? N-no!" he denied, perhaps overzealously. To be fair, the other way around was more truthful - the faithful were uncomfortable in his presence. Uncomfortable, as in hunting for him and burning him at a pyre.

"I just... never been in such a grand temple is all..." he stammered. It technically wasn't a lie.

[twostepsback]

Charis quietly approaches Francois and Milo. "Ummm... Hello there." She says lamely, aimless small talk having never been Charis' strong suit.

[The Carrying Blade]

Adonis was alone, talks were short and some were annoying at worse. He wondered if it was time to finally retire for the day, and for now he agreed with resting properly.

(TO THE TAVERN.)

[Vanitypirate]

"Now, I'd be dead twice over if your hands were only able to destroy."

Tilly leaned into her, briefly tipping the brim of her hat away from the vestal so that she might lean her head against her shoulder. The most polite contact was enough to suffice, throughout expeditions and people-meeting and the like, although it was moments like these that truly outshone the others: the moments of calm with a friend, an embrace with a loved one.

They both needed this.

"Don't you remember how I told you to heal more than you hurt?" She smiled and made to lift one of Grace's hands, raising it gentle at the elbow. A willowy finger traced down the heartline of the vestal's palm as Tilly looked towards Grace, stopping at the base of the wrist.

"Why, you can do far more good in the world with your heal-y, holy words than with a sword. 'Specially if you fretted over others as much as you fret over me."

[Outisakanobody]

"Well I can say I have been trying to do less harm lately. How well I have been doing, I cannot say. Caring about others...That is something I have found difficult in the past...You know that first time we met? Outside of the graveyard? I could have killed you then, and would have felt nothing..." Grace admitted, taking Tilly's hand and rubbed it herself. "Something else I need to work on, I suppose..."

[Vanitypirate]

Tilly hummed and closed her eyes a moment, interlocking her fingers with hers as if on cue of Grace's motions.

That moment seemed like ages ago, and not quite unfairly; so much had happened in those two short years. Both women, the thief and the healer, were by and large different people by the end of those two years, molded by what lovely adversity the Hamlet had to offer.

And it still wasn't over, divining from those bloody visions she'd seen. Tilly pushed the thought away.

"'Scuse me if this is too bold, but I'd hope you'd feel bad if you had to kill me, now." She opened her eyes and quirked a small smile at Grace,

"But back then, I was a stranger-- and there are still strangers out there like me, you know? Lonely folks who need some heal-y words and a good hug and all."

[Unter]

Francois gives a hard stare to the one who intruded in their conversation. He hated when the rabble did that. He was going to shoo away the interruptor with a mean remark.
He then looked more carefully. "Oh hello there sister. What are you doing?" He gave a quick look at Milo to see his reaction.

[Outisakanobody]

"Please, Tilly," Grace says, pulling the former robber into a sort of side hug. "I could never do anything to hurt you. It would be like killing a part of myself." she continues softly, pressing her face into the side of Tilly's hair.

[rumsztyk]

Milo did not see Charis coming, too focused on speaking with Francois. He flinched, surpressing a yelp to avoid too much of a ruckus. Taking a step back away from Charis.

He calmed down soon enough when Francois spoke to her. "H-hello..." he mumbled, not looking at the vestal.

[Vanitypirate]

"But that's my point, see." Tilly began, shifting so that she might lean comfortably against the vestal.

"You don't have to make everyone a part of you, now, but you ought to know there are more people like me you might end up making good friends with, if you treat them with a bit of kindness." She advised with a nod, wriggling her intertwined fingers as she spoke.

"I find that healing someone up is a good way to make them like you. It'd be easy, too; you don't even have to make much conversation."

[Outisakanobody]

"I suppose. Interacting with people is a bit hard with my duties now. You understand..." Grace says, feeling down about her job again.