[To call how she felt about his gift "liking" it was rather two dimensional. What she felt was a tumultuous maelstrom of emotions that, had she not been so lucky as to be an animated corpse at that moment, would have had her trembling with the thwarted need to express them. As it was there was no heavy breathing or light headedness to give her away.
She'd felt Arthas die, as she often did, but this death had been done in her name. And a token had been brought to her to mark the deed. It was very like the moment that had driven her to Ice Crown back in Azeroth. The moment that had resulted directly in her ending up on the Barge. If Jones only knew what this gift was inspiring.
She took her hand away, perceiving that the gesture had made him uncomfortable, by his reaction. The lock of hair, she idly plays through her fingers, like a lady might do with a loose ribbon, curling and uncurling it from around a finger.]
[Spam] cw: vague suicide reference
She'd felt Arthas die, as she often did, but this death had been done in her name. And a token had been brought to her to mark the deed. It was very like the moment that had driven her to Ice Crown back in Azeroth. The moment that had resulted directly in her ending up on the Barge. If Jones only knew what this gift was inspiring.
She took her hand away, perceiving that the gesture had made him uncomfortable, by his reaction. The lock of hair, she idly plays through her fingers, like a lady might do with a loose ribbon, curling and uncurling it from around a finger.]