Darling wives (closed)

Surprised, the short girl brought a hand up to her mouth and held it there a few seconds. As blush coloured her cheeks, she curled the hand into a fist and grinned against it. It always made her happy when she saw her flowers being put to use!

"I made that band!" she declared, making a conscious effort to keep her shoulders down so her face wouldn't overheat. "She conmissioned it from me last summer; that was how we met! I am so happy to hear she..."

Idina paused. The aura emanating from Aurelia had changed; something akin to worry was coming off of her in waves. "Hey..." she said, her voice low. "You miss her, don do you not? I know it must be hard on you..." Her arms were up and her hands open and soft, but as she wasn't one for physical contact, she kept a little bit of distance between herself and the lady.

Oh, that was body language Idina knew well. She'd seen it a few times during her life - in particular when making a bouquet for someone to pay respects to a deceased relative or friend. But Ilea wasn't dead: Aurelia simply had a heartache. Despite having had many people cry in front of her, however, she had very little idea of how to help or react.

She could start by heeding the lady's words, for one. As such, the little Healer didn't try to put herself in front of Aurelia, and stayed where she'd left her. Thinking for a moment, she brought her hands up to her cloak; with a flick of her right wrist, all three clasps were freed from one another. She brought one side over behind her head so it was off of her shoulders, and held it out towards the lover. "Here. You can put on my cloak. I do not mind if you get anything on it, but if you would like, you can put it on and hide your face in it."

Without any time to think of her actions, the blonde Healer scurried up in front of Aurelia, crouching down to put herself at her level. She'd dealt with crying people at funerals she'd helped decorate, and she was working off of muscle memory from that, although she would have to change her speech patterns in this situation. She was glad to do so, as she never liked sugarcoating anything.

"Missus?" Idina cooed, her voice low enough to prevent eavesdropping but loud enough for the young woman to hear. "Missus, you will be alright. I know you miss your wife, and I must say, you are brave for revealing those feelings in public. Would you, however, prefer to go into the woods?" She hovered one hand, the hand with her ring, close to Aurelia's face, poised to cup it but restrained and waiting for permission. "We are both waiting for our woodland Kintu lovers, and I would be more than happy to wait with you!"

Once in the woods, Idina felt an outward tug on the corners of her lips and a downward tug on her eyelids. "This is my favourite place," she sighed, mostly to herself. They came to a clearing, and she rearranged her posture, putting focus back on her companion.

As Aurelia spoke, however... She could feel pinpricks of worry in her words, and something a little less poignant than fear was coming off of her in waves. "No..." the blonde muttered, but the lady gasped in the same moment, and it was likely she had gone unheard.

"Now you stop that!" she shouted, the smile she had borne earlier straightened. After a few moments of silence, the girl tried again. "...Pardon for that outburst, but I had to stop you from thinking that way. You were only getting yourself worked up with thoughts like that, and that is the last thing you need. Now," - here she began walking in a slow circle around the lady - "you probably know Ilea better than I, but from what I do know, she can handle herself alright. After all, she still has that weapon of hers, does she not? And besides, forest Kintu run faster than you or I, and they are very well used to finding their own ways. It is nice of you to be concerned for her, but I would save my fretting, if I were you."

She listened patiently, nodding where it was appropriate. Although she felt a twinge of anger for a moment - how did Aurelia think she was feeling, not knowing where her girlfriend was? - she wouldn't show it.

"I misspoke," she said when she found the leeway to do so. "I am not saying worrying for your wife is bad, or at least, that was not what I meant. Worrying for your wife is to be expected, healthy even! What I meant was that your worries should not get out of hand or consume you. Believe me, I have been working hard at making sure I do not fret too much over my Lila. It does get hard sometimes, I agree, but I do have a way of, ah, grounding myself, if you will." The blonde smiled up at her companion. "Would you like to try something? Consider it an act at humouring me if you must."

Idina's smile widened into an excited grin. After a respectful nod, she cast a glance at their surroundings. The biggest tree she could find was directly behind her. "I will ask you to come with me," she said. With that, she turned on her heels and strode over to the large tree - thankfully it wasn't a pine.

"I am already barefoot," she pointed out, "and that is what works the absolute best for this, I find, but so long as you have nothing on your hands, you might be able to keep your shoes. Which would you prefer to do?"