Aurin's voice invaded her space, though it was a far cry from his usual gregarious tone. It was quieter this time, laced with the understanding that she knew he was capable of in the moments when it did matter. Deidre dropped her hand from her face, letting it fall on the arch of her other hip. Her head tilted downwards, bending forward to drag her eyes over the ground and watch her shadow encompass the illuminated patches on the floor. Under the contrasting hues of light and dark, she was a mass of shapes, meshed by the silhouettes thrown over her person by the supporting frames of the hall's array of windows.
Somewhere outside, the skald was singing.
She didn't look up until his own shade fell on top of her own, her hazel eyes lifting upwards to meet the concerned blues peering down at her from his imposing height. Reaching out, she took the offered weapon, letting the point angle towards the ground once her arm slackened into her side yet again. She said nothing for a while, her jaw set and her expression grim.
If she chose, they would stand there quietly for hours, but Deidre wasn't one to hold her tongue. At least not for very long, and certainly not when she was feeling as volatile as she was. She recognized it for what it was...anger was just the easiest facet to reveal. After scrutinizing his worried expression, she looked away and squared her shoulders.
"I thought he'd at least tell me," she told him, her voice low. "Now, I'm left wondering if...I've been gone so long or keep moving in and out of your lives so often that something got lost along the way. I worry about that, you know. My life is so transient that I wonder if I manage to even be there when it actually matters." She took a deep breath. "I thought my apprehensions in the matter were unfounded after the last time we saw one another. He..."
Whatever words would have followed, perhaps to explain what had happened the last time, faded on her lips. She shook her head, and reached out to touch Aurin's arm gently. "I'm sorry. I know I'm not...between the two of us, I'm not the only one who's worried. I'm just... I just wish he told me.