CATNIP KARTH. (stoutheart) wrote in emillion, |
Zacheus was Cressida's first frenzied thought when she heard the voice, once the initial surprise had cleared just enough for her to recognize whose chest she was cradled against. Oh, sweet Faram. This hadn't been her idea of finding Zacheus, practically falling onto him. But on the bright side, at least she'd found him-- or he'd found her.
An embarrassed flush coated her cheeks as she was righted, and hopefully he'd pass it off as alcohol consumption. (Not that this would do anything to improve her credibility, but it was better than being naturally clumsy.) Feeling somewhat awkward towering over Zacheus, the younger archer stepped down with care, more comfortable with peering up at him instead.
"I-- sorry. I'm fine, thanks for not letting me do a face plant." She tried for a (timid) smile.