[P] mother courage;

[Galileo]

galileo kodarki

When she questioned his apology, he once again frowned in her direction. She was naive, perhaps, to show so much kindness and to not be put off by his grunts and groans and cold words. Patient, too. The kind of woman he'd have liked to marry, if he had been the marrying type -- his parents would have adored her, no doubt. He was lucky in that sense, and he felt the presence of his older brother in that moment; so burdened had be been by the title of heir that he had been pushed too far. There were so many he could blame for that, but so little time to do so. 

The fact she looked so pleased with herself, for a fraction of a second, sparked something in his stone-cold heart. The frown subsided.

He smiled, perhaps even let out a small chuckle as she joked with him. Conversation seemed to come so easily to her, and she spoke so lightly, the words dancing off her tongue. "Three legs suit nobody." He agreed, nodding slowly.

He paused, considering the question. Was he alright? Had he been alright for a long time? There was a voice in his head telling him not to get too existential, but there was a lot of pent up emotion in him, perhaps from even before he left his family home. 

Instead, he ignores her concerns. A typical Kodarki thing, if you asked anyone who knew them. "What is your name?" He asked, once again regarding her full form.

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