Startling is not the exact right word. But it's not expected to find him here, so immediately present as she disembarks the ferry. She had thought of the walk from docks to the tavern, the narrow staircase and his door with all it's latches, this space in which she might slough off the oppressive weight of the day.
Instead, he is simply there. She feels her chest tighten, looking at him. Crosses the creaking boards all the faster, closing the gap between them so she might set herself into his space.
"Hello," she says, reaching for his hands. Leaning in against him, the wool of his cloak softly scratchy where her cheek sets against his chest. "You're a wonderful surprise."
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Startling is not the exact right word. But it's not expected to find him here, so immediately present as she disembarks the ferry. She had thought of the walk from docks to the tavern, the narrow staircase and his door with all it's latches, this space in which she might slough off the oppressive weight of the day.
Instead, he is simply there. She feels her chest tighten, looking at him. Crosses the creaking boards all the faster, closing the gap between them so she might set herself into his space.
"Hello," she says, reaching for his hands. Leaning in against him, the wool of his cloak softly scratchy where her cheek sets against his chest. "You're a wonderful surprise."