[ she's known him long enough and well enough now to find that answer acceptable. would that she could help to lift him up more, to show him what it is that she sees when she looks at him, his warmth, his kindness, his loyalty and strength - there are too few like him in the world, and it stings her that he does not know it. of course, there's something to be said about being humble, but his uncertainty is not born of humbleness, but of insecurity.
but there is only so much that she can do. of course she could talk herself blue in the face, list off the innumerable things he's done and said, ramble off time after time that he has helped her, helped others, but in the end it would do little enough good. like he's said, he is working on it, and only he can do that; her support will only get him so far. still, she will give it anyway, as much and as often as she can.
so alisaie's only reply is a warm, satisfied smile. that answer is good enough for her. she'll allow him to finish his work in comfortable, contented silence. ]
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but there is only so much that she can do. of course she could talk herself blue in the face, list off the innumerable things he's done and said, ramble off time after time that he has helped her, helped others, but in the end it would do little enough good. like he's said, he is working on it, and only he can do that; her support will only get him so far. still, she will give it anyway, as much and as often as she can.
so alisaie's only reply is a warm, satisfied smile. that answer is good enough for her. she'll allow him to finish his work in comfortable, contented silence. ]