[ Relief flickers in her expression. Disaster averted, it feels like. It's anger like a freight train, and it's scary. Anger now with nowhere to go: Mikel's dead. She doesn't want Chloe being subjected to that. Not when.... not when it's all so complicated.
She keeps hold of his hands, though. Just a moment longer. Just in case.
Until she hears his own mental voice and she blinks, staring at him in open surprise. He's always been one of few words, but— ]
... A fruit basket? [ ... Well, it's a sweet thought, actually. ] I... don't think you're going to get much in the way of fruit here, anymore. Except maybe canned peaches
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She keeps hold of his hands, though. Just a moment longer. Just in case.
Until she hears his own mental voice and she blinks, staring at him in open surprise. He's always been one of few words, but— ]
... A fruit basket? [ ... Well, it's a sweet thought, actually. ] I... don't think you're going to get much in the way of fruit here, anymore. Except maybe canned peaches