Ah, but the banter between them was as playful as it always was, beneath the biting surface. The grandest declarations of Gilgamesh often came in moments of calm and now was such a moment. Apparently, she was not to mistake his words, he enjoyed the contradictory aspects of her nature, even her childishness was something he'd take possessive hold of. He'd been given her body and now he wanted her heart and soul until he was engorged by him. Was he serious? Well, yes. She could see the seriousness of his words as his face said them plainly and they traveled into her head and heart. Another irregular beat would have her shifting uncomfortably sharpened eyes, softening as she looked away, her nose slightly upturned as she tried to maintain some modicum of her own dignity this day. "You can stop saying such ridiculous things to me any time you know?" she posed a question rhetorical in nature. Truth be told, she was more than well aware that Gilgamesh would say whatever he wished and most things he wished to say to her fell under the umbrella of 'ridiculous'. Even so, she would not deny the strange feelings such things evoked from her, she was still rather busy trying to process a new such sensation when Gilgamesh spoke in a way which implied he'd noticed her internal struggle. He could forego the throne to stay with her today because it amused her. "That is ridiculous. You will do no such thing as shirking your duty for this frivolity. I need no such allowance nor will I allow you such deviance!" Ah, there it was... she knew not why he was aware of her desire, but she had no real understanding of how or why to confront it. She definitely had no intention of dealing with Gilgamesh all day, her legs were still in a position of not working she would not do that to herself further even if her body wished the experience. "Worry not though... I can more than easily amuse myself today or any other. I will see you when you return," she said softly. What a strange amount of commitment she showed even while being so very contrary. Reddened face, soft words and staying within his care even while he had other responsibilities to attend to, such was her no-nonsense nature developed to encompass the pair of them.
Atop a mountain stood a woman dressed as a nun. Her quiet this morning, watching her son and his wife, begin their life anew, interrupted by a voice of the past creeping along her skin. Long ago, such a voice had been a thing of happiness. But any joy she could have gotten from this man had long since disappeared. Poisoned, rotted and decayed... the relationship between this pair of people could not recover from his follies. As such even a man who could be called attractive and powerful was not one which could do anything for her. Her heart did not stir, no feelings other than disgust were brought to the forefront of her heart and though his words seemed to speak of hope and rebuilding all they did was cause her exasperation. How desperate could a single individual be, how very blind? Her own eyes had seen the truth of him a long time ago, his misguided efforts were nothing she could take part in, nothing she wanted any part in. She had no desire to reclaim their destroyed family, no desire to return to a life which endangered so many and led to her own discomfort and unhappiness. Instead of words a long and deep sigh escaped her. If her eyes had been visible their rolling would have been obvious but no such thing was allowed to show. Instead she simply shook her head gently from left to right. She'd long ago sworn this man would not hear her voice. A vow of silence she'd not broken in thousands of years, in this moment she wondered if he even realized how truly she despised him and his influence and how futile his attempts at returned glory were?