Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
The admission was... Odd. In its own way and all Aspel could manage to muster, the tiredness previously ignored, beginning to settle into her body and bones once again. "Oh?" It was little more than a sound, but the best measure she could manage to question the other woman in at this time. "I would not offer if I did." Though, if Aspel were honest, even if she did mind some, she would have still allowed the other to stay. What Ari was dealing with was no easy matter, a struggle at best. A ghastly groan followed by a harsh grating sound would be her reward for such thoughts and a low sigh would slip out, the only response she really had for him in this time as the venture was made between rooms.
There was a brief internal debate about possibly just tugging Ari along to the couch and not worrying about anything else that may come of such an action, but words were best in reality, as often as she wished to just take action and let them portray the speech she found difficult to waste breath upon. However, as she was about to let the other woman's write go, Ari switched the hold and Aspel could hardly be bothered by the new situation, a slight squeeze of the others hand being given and before she knew it, it would appear a meeting of their lips had happened once again. This time however, Aspel could see it happen, and for a moment would close her eyes, enjoying it briefly before gently pushing back, not to terribly deepen or arouse, but simply, to maintain the contact, just a bit longer than the other had planned.
When it broke, the direction was easy, and headed just as the smith had intended, so following Ari's unspoken wishes were no problem at all. Sitting easily, the tome on smithing was settled in her lap a moment, a glance ventured over at Ari, and her brows furrowed at the offering of things. "Hm?" Was her response to the thanks. There was nothing that the smith could fathom that she had done worthy of such words that evening. "Ah," A slight nod of her head was given. "It is," Her gaze fell away, fingers stroking against the texture of the book binding. "something I am glad to have assisted with. I would not wish such a maddening frenzy upon you, as I, myself had to endure." Though, at least on some level, in that time, she had been able to find some level of comfort in it all.
A pause would be taken, her gaze lingering over Ari's knee and hands for a moment before her eyes rose, trying to catch the other woman's. "Perhaps," Aspel couldn't help but wet her lips, trying to sum up the courage for he words. "if you would allow, I might attempt to offer a bit more?" The words were mildly hesitant, seemingly more along the lines of being afraid of being shot down than actual lack of desire to follow through, or worry about what it all might entail if agreed upon.