Kell shrinks, sinking into himself under the weight of Istredd's very gentle, but also very appropriate chiding. This is already unusual level of trust for him. To say and show so much of his turmoil. That's the difference, with Istredd Kell knows he's being heard and understood both by someone older, with more experience, but also someone who was in a similar situation. Istredd's word are just more proof if he needed it.
"I know," Kell admits. Slowly, hesitantly, but there's no way around it. Istredd is right. "It's just... what if they mess it up?"
When he looks up, the burning purpose, tainted by no small amount of desperation, burns brightly in his eyes.
"I have only once chance. People of Nott are too proud. They won't ask."
And the crown would leave to starve. Helping means effort, people, resources, and crown has none to spare on Nott.
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Date: 2023-11-08 02:32 pm (UTC)"I know," Kell admits. Slowly, hesitantly, but there's no way around it. Istredd is right. "It's just... what if they mess it up?"
When he looks up, the burning purpose, tainted by no small amount of desperation, burns brightly in his eyes.
"I have only once chance. People of Nott are too proud. They won't ask."
And the crown would leave to starve. Helping means effort, people, resources, and crown has none to spare on Nott.