Grainne... has no idea what to do or say, other than think it definitely would have been better if she'd never come here at all, and the next thought wondering what had happened to him for him to have changed so much. It's only a splint second for her to decide to go into hiding and avoid him completely as soon as she gets away. This is the last thing she wanted.
For now, she remains silent, too afraid to speak again or say anything, only holding on to him as long as he seems to tolerate it. She feels too close to tears herself anyway, trying as hard as she could to bury her emotions, as she had learned to in her later years.
One thing is clear though... Diarmuid doesn't know of the legends, or either didn't believe them. She knows as well as anything stories get changed over time, but she is sure that every one of theirs recorded what happened with Oscar and Fionn. A sudden fear grips her, and she decides not to tell him anything of what happened after unless he asks. If he asks...
Keeping him close, Grainne closes her eyes and falls back on an old, familiar pattern she can only hope he will remember, making soft noises to soothe a wounded heart.
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For now, she remains silent, too afraid to speak again or say anything, only holding on to him as long as he seems to tolerate it. She feels too close to tears herself anyway, trying as hard as she could to bury her emotions, as she had learned to in her later years.
One thing is clear though... Diarmuid doesn't know of the legends, or either didn't believe them. She knows as well as anything stories get changed over time, but she is sure that every one of theirs recorded what happened with Oscar and Fionn. A sudden fear grips her, and she decides not to tell him anything of what happened after unless he asks. If he asks...
Keeping him close, Grainne closes her eyes and falls back on an old, familiar pattern she can only hope he will remember, making soft noises to soothe a wounded heart.