[she opens her mouth slightly—and almost immediately closes it again, swallowing back any unnecessary questioning. he'd already answered what she'd asked, and more—that was enough for now.
instead, she silently nods once, and crouches down over her backpack—extracting from within it a bottle of water, and a cheese scone, wrapped in a paper napkin.
she presses both into his hands, gently, but insistently.]
I ate one similar, but I understand if you can't. [can't eat it.
she'd have to bring him a blanket, later. was his injury okay? now wasn't the time to check it, but the dressings would have to at least be changed at some point...
there's a sharp pang of frustration, grief, at the end of that line of thought—that she hadn't been more attentive, that she wasn't faster, that she wasn't quick enough to kill the girl before her blade had found Dimitri, much less Rodrigue, in the first place—but she bundles it all up, pushing it out of sight.
Dimitri, in the here and and the now, came first. whatever conversation she'd expected to have with him over it last night would have to wait.]
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instead, she silently nods once, and crouches down over her backpack—extracting from within it a bottle of water, and a cheese scone, wrapped in a paper napkin.
she presses both into his hands, gently, but insistently.]
I ate one similar, but I understand if you can't. [can't eat it.
she'd have to bring him a blanket, later. was his injury okay? now wasn't the time to check it, but the dressings would have to at least be changed at some point...
there's a sharp pang of frustration, grief, at the end of that line of thought—that she hadn't been more attentive, that she wasn't faster, that she wasn't quick enough to kill the girl before her blade had found Dimitri, much less Rodrigue, in the first place—but she bundles it all up, pushing it out of sight.
Dimitri, in the here and and the now, came first. whatever conversation she'd expected to have with him over it last night would have to wait.]