Beron held Isla in his arms, letting her take what comfort she could from their embrace. He was content to spend the rest of the afternoon curled with her held close, though he wished for a happier reason.
He could feel her tears slowing, her breath even and calmer as she pulled back a little. Looking down at her, he tenderly wiped the tears from her cheeks, noticing the watery eyes and flushed cheeks but not caring. Her eyes were still beautiful, even filled with tears.
"I can't believe you're still sitting here," Isla said, quietly. "But I'm grateful you are. I've been so scared to tell anyone. I couldn't imagine what...what they might do to me if they learned what I used to be. What I used to do."
“Of course I’m still here. I always will be, maybe because I had a healthy dose of wisdom pounded into my head today. And definitely because the woman I’ve gotten to know is worth standing through some rain,” Beron said with a warm smile down at Isla.
“I can’t imagine how hard it was to carry a worry like that, especially here. To worry that a roommate or classmate would find out, must have been a burden. I know you had probably hoped to never have to think about it again, but I am glad you told me,” he said softly as he looked down at Isla.
“What you did, where you grew up was not something you chose, but the shawl you hope to wear, the ring on your finger those are. You have years ahead of you, especially as a channeler,” Beron looked at the Garden surrounding them, the peaceful calm that blanketed the spot where they sat. It was easy here, easy to offer comfort and easy to offer support, but he knew deep down there would be those who would judge her without knowing the woman she was.
“I will keep your secret, it is yours to share or not, but no matter what Isla, my friendship, my heart is yours,” Beron said softly, a promise lying between the two of them now.
He could feel her tears slowing, her breath even and calmer as she pulled back a little. Looking down at her, he tenderly wiped the tears from her cheeks, noticing the watery eyes and flushed cheeks but not caring. Her eyes were still beautiful, even filled with tears.
"I can't believe you're still sitting here," Isla said, quietly. "But I'm grateful you are. I've been so scared to tell anyone. I couldn't imagine what...what they might do to me if they learned what I used to be. What I used to do."
“Of course I’m still here. I always will be, maybe because I had a healthy dose of wisdom pounded into my head today. And definitely because the woman I’ve gotten to know is worth standing through some rain,” Beron said with a warm smile down at Isla.
“I can’t imagine how hard it was to carry a worry like that, especially here. To worry that a roommate or classmate would find out, must have been a burden. I know you had probably hoped to never have to think about it again, but I am glad you told me,” he said softly as he looked down at Isla.
“What you did, where you grew up was not something you chose, but the shawl you hope to wear, the ring on your finger those are. You have years ahead of you, especially as a channeler,” Beron looked at the Garden surrounding them, the peaceful calm that blanketed the spot where they sat. It was easy here, easy to offer comfort and easy to offer support, but he knew deep down there would be those who would judge her without knowing the woman she was.
“I will keep your secret, it is yours to share or not, but no matter what Isla, my friendship, my heart is yours,” Beron said softly, a promise lying between the two of them now.