Khadgar hadn't quite figured out if he had simply coiled his grief all up into a neat little ring and left it there to fester or if he actually dealt with it anymore. Was he still grieving? The way he forced his breathing to steady after a few hitched said that maybe it was a bit of both. The arm sprawled over and rubbing against his back kept him calm, gave him the strength to actually keep his wits about him enough not to get lost in the grief.
Though, it seemed he would be losing that as he heard Genn comment that the food was done. Almost, he wanted to tell him to let it burn and refuse to move from where he had settled. Instead, Khadgar nodded numbly and began separating himself from the furred chest he had been so pleased to be curled against a bit before.
Keeping his eyes shut as he shifted to his previous spot, he tucked his chin back to his chest and kept himself level. The high collar served to keep his face out of view, as he wasn't particularly keen to show the unwilling tear tracts that the sudden emotions had wrought. He would not break in such plain sight, anyways. At least when he was in the other's company, no matter how strongly he wanted to just curl himself back up against the King's breast bone.
He felt helpless and no matter how he tried, it would not abate again. This was not acceptable to him, Greymane was not equipped to deal with him in such a state and Khadgar had no real idea on what he'd do if he even tried anything more than allow him to hide. He folded his knees back to his chest and wondered if he should say something, even though for once words failed him.
Cruel irony, really. The words he loved so much meant nothing to him now, at least in the capacity he had been prone to use them. One more thing Jaina had said, his words were just another tool in the destruction of Gilneas and the death of many.
She would also need to be handled and as he snuck a glance up at Genn, he supposed he'd have to do it himself if Jaina were to continue to breathe unaided. Was Genn right that she had no right to say those things to him, anyways? He was inclined to believe she had every right, she had fought against this very thing after all. Though it was only one section of what probably remained of the Horde.
"I am not too hungry," Khadgar finally tried, knowing that his companion would undoubtedly glare at him. But this time, he was being honest. The twisting of his stomach threatened his hunger so thoroughly that he didn't even truly think he could handle any food right then. "Let it cool, I will pick at it when I am. I promise."
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Though, it seemed he would be losing that as he heard Genn comment that the food was done. Almost, he wanted to tell him to let it burn and refuse to move from where he had settled. Instead, Khadgar nodded numbly and began separating himself from the furred chest he had been so pleased to be curled against a bit before.
Keeping his eyes shut as he shifted to his previous spot, he tucked his chin back to his chest and kept himself level. The high collar served to keep his face out of view, as he wasn't particularly keen to show the unwilling tear tracts that the sudden emotions had wrought. He would not break in such plain sight, anyways. At least when he was in the other's company, no matter how strongly he wanted to just curl himself back up against the King's breast bone.
He felt helpless and no matter how he tried, it would not abate again. This was not acceptable to him, Greymane was not equipped to deal with him in such a state and Khadgar had no real idea on what he'd do if he even tried anything more than allow him to hide. He folded his knees back to his chest and wondered if he should say something, even though for once words failed him.
Cruel irony, really. The words he loved so much meant nothing to him now, at least in the capacity he had been prone to use them. One more thing Jaina had said, his words were just another tool in the destruction of Gilneas and the death of many.
She would also need to be handled and as he snuck a glance up at Genn, he supposed he'd have to do it himself if Jaina were to continue to breathe unaided. Was Genn right that she had no right to say those things to him, anyways? He was inclined to believe she had every right, she had fought against this very thing after all. Though it was only one section of what probably remained of the Horde.
"I am not too hungry," Khadgar finally tried, knowing that his companion would undoubtedly glare at him. But this time, he was being honest. The twisting of his stomach threatened his hunger so thoroughly that he didn't even truly think he could handle any food right then. "Let it cool, I will pick at it when I am. I promise."