(OOC)Heya, take a peek
at this post.The offer, along with the gentle feeling of his lips upon her hand, startled her. "I-I couldn't ask you to do that." She shook her head at the thought of putting yet another person in danger. The recollection of how Axis had looked in his final moments, covered in blood and bruises, made her wince, and Hestia wondered if Brujah realized what he would be getting himself into if she let him. Would he be willing to risk his life for a stranger? Would he be willing to suffer pain, both physical and mental, if Tagg decided to capture him instead of killing him?
She turned her back to him momentarily, bending down to pick up the candles she had knocked over just a few minutes before. It reminded her of why she had come here. The wax tapers were carefully placed back in their holders, save for one, which had been broken when it hit the ground. This one she set upon a shelf, wishing she had the money to pay for a replacement.
With a small sigh, she returned to the candle she had lit for Axis, relieved that it hadn't gone out during her awkward introduction to Brujah. No face showed itself in the flame, unsurprisingly. Things of that nature rarely happened with others present. Still looking into the flame, she spoke. "I can't let you put yourself in danger, but I wouldn't mind a bit of company." A cautious smile softened the nervous lines of her face. "You said you were here to light a candle for your brother. So am I. Would you mind if I asked what happened to him?"