[The admission causes his gaze to soften, easy at it comes, and he feels another bout of fluttering move through him— he had forgotten what it felt like, to have something that felt new but warm and reassuring, safe. He has always wondered about his place in the world, always felt the need to be better than he is, to be more, whatever it took to rise to those heights he's so aspired to since his youth—
But Amelia doesn't care about what he's capable of back home, about his reputation, about who he was. She only knows him as he is here. Not Gale of Waterdeep, but simply Gale. He never thought he would find that so comforting as he does now.
He drops his chin as she curls up against him, dropping a kiss atop her head and softly inhaling the scent of her hair.]
I feel quite the same.
[He almost sounds a bit surprised by that, himself.]
I... truly cannot remember the last time I felt so at peace.
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But Amelia doesn't care about what he's capable of back home, about his reputation, about who he was. She only knows him as he is here. Not Gale of Waterdeep, but simply Gale. He never thought he would find that so comforting as he does now.
He drops his chin as she curls up against him, dropping a kiss atop her head and softly inhaling the scent of her hair.]
I feel quite the same.
[He almost sounds a bit surprised by that, himself.]
I... truly cannot remember the last time I felt so at peace.