Nott, I
When Theodore finally dared to look over again, he saw Astoria. His chest ached at the sight of her, in a courtroom where she didn't belong. He wanted more than anything to run away, to take her somewhere where there were horses and beautiful land. Where they could be quiet and still for a long time.
He wanted to make a gesture of some sort -- it seemed sensible, didn't it? That's what people did. But all he could manage was a wry, heavy press of his lips into a thin line. Hopefully that would be enough.