He allowed her to lean upon him, though he shamed himself for the thoughts that flashed across his mind when she leaned into the space between his arm and body. Though, he was shaming himself for everything and though he appeared much calmer and collected than he had upon their initial arrival, it was a facade. If she wished, she merely had to place her elongated ear over his chest where his heart would surely tell a different tale than his face did.
It was a knee-jerk reaction to reach up and stroke her hair. Many times, mages and apprentices alike, he held sobbing individuals who were seeking solace in the First Enchanter due to traumatizing instances involving Templars, nightmares, even other mages. But he realized that not only was Sarah not in his care, she also wasn’t seeking comfort, and his hand jerked away and he stood rigid as she regained her composure.
He looked down at her when she spoke. A part of him didn’t want to leave this place, this area that was so hauntingly beautiful. Normally he never thought twice about the coast, but when it was bathed in moonlight and clouded with such a ghostly mist that silhouetted the skeletons of the abandoned vessels…well, compared to the barred window of either his room or his office…
“Lead on when you’re ready.” He murmured.
For a moment, she kept the silence brewing between them. It was cherished, these moments where adrenaline diminished, and nerves were settled. Sarah simply observed him and took in every detail of his features. Where he lacked expression across his visage, Sarah could read it in his gaze. Lips parted to speak her apologies, perhaps it was wise if she did due to the nature of the summon. It was not every day that one came so close to a tyrant of the heavens without having their head bitten off. “I am sorry, First Enchanter.”
With the faintest of touches, in retaliation to the stroke of her hair, Sarah’s hand fell to where his heart would lay in his chest. The other hand, now crusted with dried blood, was pulled away from sight, it was rather ghastly to look at. Feeling the beating of his heart, Sarah’s smirk had faded and concern washed over her face. “We will leave soon, though I want to make sure that you are truly all right, Orsino,” she softened her voice to the effect that it poured from her lips in a honeyed tone. “You are as stiff as a board,” she had been leaning into him and he had yet not become pliant with her weight upon him.
“Were you concerned about me?“ Had that been an earlier attempt at comfort? It was not she that had needed it, on the contrary, Sarah thought that her touch would set him at ease. It was then that she pulled back from leaning in to him, finding it far too comfortable regardless on how rigid he was. "Or ..perhaps you enjoyed the rush of power that we shared. The electrifying aura that surrounded us.”
Her eyes closed at the sudden nuzzle against her thigh, coming from Aunduin. “It’s a bit of a thrill, though I meant not to scare you like that,” Sarah confessed in whispers, which were easily carried into the wind from the coast. “But to release such power, to free yourself of such restraints. What other thing could be so .. satisfying. Even when fear stirs in your heart.”
She loved it. The whole event had excited and exhausted her. But, how does she explain that she wanted him to taste freedom as she did. To experience it with her and to cast his worries aside - so that they could steal time away from prying eyes and templar knights.