Quote: He stood up and looked at her. The coldness was gone but she felt him still distant... as if deep inside he was hiding from the darkness that had just tried to conquer him. "Dance with me." He whispered.
She took his hand and they moved to the center. It was a cross between the waltz and the tango. She had never danced unless it was a kata. But the moves were not far off. She felt strange, dancing with the King, and after nearly being killed by him.
Krits moved to a line that had been made to respect the Kings space. Others watched and some clapped. Krits shoulders dropped as he found his brother again, but his gentleness was not as apparent as it had been before. Nostros best qualities were how peaceable, kind, and humble he was. Yet he bore the strength of a lion and had wisdom to back it.
Krits did Kasha a favor and closed his eyes... he gave her images of how to dance with the King, he could tell that that she was embarrassed on top of being so shaken from the past events. "Thank you." She called over he shoulder to him.
Evanna found Krits and leaned against his chest. "Looks like he might make it..." She smiled. Then they joined in and the crowd went back to their celebrating.
After the attention was drawn off of Nostros and Kasha he stopped. "You need to rest. They had their show... go now." His expression was mixed and he kissed her on the forehead then went back to his chair.