[Ugh you are sO DIFFICULT. In a surprise twist to no one, Nic snatches his sword up and proceeds to- more or less cuddle it protectively close to his chest. Ellie's shoulders drop and she chases his profile so sharply that her hair swings. Underneath the prodding rapport between them and the terrible jokes, underneath Nic's stubborn denials and Ellie's equally stubborn refusal to accept those nos as an answer- she'd made up her mind. Her heels dig into the floor and the line of her shoulders is as firm as the line of her mouth.]
no subject
Because I trust you.