"I'm doin' just fine," Davin assures him, inhaling sharply and turning pink again when the prince takes his hand and studies his face. This all feels like a fairytale, the pauper rescuing the handsome prince from harm. In fairytales they always fall in love, but things like that just don't happen to Davin. Still, he feels a loss when James lets go of his hand. It doesn't last long though, because James says he likes him. He speaks to Davin with a familiarity that sort of confuses him, but he certainly isn't complaining.
"It's not a nickname. Ya are a prince." Davin looks at him thoughtfully and approaches him slowly, reaching out like he's going to touch his face but stopping at the last moment, unsure if he's allowed. "Are you alright? How long have ya been up there? Did they do somethin' t'ya?"
He leads James towards the break in the rocks, keeping a respectful hand on his elbow to make sure he follows. "We're not far from the village, really. Just a quick jaunt through the woods, an' we can go 'round the village t'get ya back t'the palace. A few hours at most."
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Date: 2015-04-19 07:59 pm (UTC)"It's not a nickname. Ya are a prince." Davin looks at him thoughtfully and approaches him slowly, reaching out like he's going to touch his face but stopping at the last moment, unsure if he's allowed. "Are you alright? How long have ya been up there? Did they do somethin' t'ya?"
He leads James towards the break in the rocks, keeping a respectful hand on his elbow to make sure he follows. "We're not far from the village, really. Just a quick jaunt through the woods, an' we can go 'round the village t'get ya back t'the palace. A few hours at most."