[As confident as he had been in his capacity to survive whatever injuries he might have sustained from Lance, Carlisle buckles immediately under the intensity of the stare he receives: though his lips tighten and his shoulders stiffen, his eyes are cast away with all the shame of a child being scolded. His hands fumble with his tabard as he waits for the doctor to fully regain himself; the tabard does nothing to assuage his feelings of ineptitude as a teacher.
As guilty as he feels, Carlisle reminds himself that the far worse end of this endeavor is with the one being dominated. He is the aberration here; it is only through using his abilities to help others that he will be, perhaps, acceptable in the eyes of his goddess. His eyes remain on the floor as he murmurs.]
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As guilty as he feels, Carlisle reminds himself that the far worse end of this endeavor is with the one being dominated. He is the aberration here; it is only through using his abilities to help others that he will be, perhaps, acceptable in the eyes of his goddess. His eyes remain on the floor as he murmurs.]
My apologies, doctor.