To be seen was sometimes scarier than going unnoticed. As if you have the strength of invisibility. It gives you a chance to do things you could not do in the presence of others.
But when you are noticed by others, you are vulnerable to their judging gazes. But it was surprising. How Elara had seen her yet he did not feel judged. He did not feel questioned.
"I have killed many." he whispered in the dark. His own voice surprised him but she nodded slowly. He could feel the movement of her skin on his back. Warmth, assurance and much more. What expressions would she be showing?
Would she be smiling knowing that he was a broken human with false pretenses. Or she would be shedding tears full of pity. The thought seared him. He wanted to turn and see her face. But at the same time he was afraid of her expressions.
What if find himself breaking in them.