Failure Is Not Fatal
[member="Adele Adonai"]
His eyes suddenly found the pattern in the table cloth of interest. Jacen found himself quite abashed that he had once again upset her. It was always the hands that gave away her state of mind where those formidible mental defences held firm. She was a conundrum he could not unravel and that perturbed him. A will to scratch beneath the surface was counterbalanced by a desire to impose himself on the generous healer as little as possible. To prod and poke and throw her off kilter seemed a poor way to repay her kindness.
He met her eyes again briefly before finishing off his own cup, hoping she hadn't noticed the change in his body language. "A bit of good hard graft sounds good," he said. "Thought I'm going to need to try and meditate and settle the mind later. Any tips you have would be gratefully received." he said. The timbre of his voice revealed how much he was still struggling with coming to terms with recent events. Whilst he read others well, he was hardly skilled at covering his own emotions and thoughts. "Oh, I have some biscuits if you'd like something?" he asked plainly, trying to keep the conversation casual.
His eyes suddenly found the pattern in the table cloth of interest. Jacen found himself quite abashed that he had once again upset her. It was always the hands that gave away her state of mind where those formidible mental defences held firm. She was a conundrum he could not unravel and that perturbed him. A will to scratch beneath the surface was counterbalanced by a desire to impose himself on the generous healer as little as possible. To prod and poke and throw her off kilter seemed a poor way to repay her kindness.
He met her eyes again briefly before finishing off his own cup, hoping she hadn't noticed the change in his body language. "A bit of good hard graft sounds good," he said. "Thought I'm going to need to try and meditate and settle the mind later. Any tips you have would be gratefully received." he said. The timbre of his voice revealed how much he was still struggling with coming to terms with recent events. Whilst he read others well, he was hardly skilled at covering his own emotions and thoughts. "Oh, I have some biscuits if you'd like something?" he asked plainly, trying to keep the conversation casual.