Are you serious? [ She doesn't ask to mock. Surely he's kidding, right? There's a small sound of mirth, almost nervous, in a way. But he... he looks so surprised. ] Of course I do.
[ What comes next isn't so easy to talk about. Her expression shifts into one of quiet shame and anxiousness, head lowering a little in her embarrassment. Last month isn't... great to think about and she fiddles with the sled lead in her hands for a good few moments before she finally brings herself to speak. ]
After— after last month. I feel... so ridiculous for what happened. I'm... I'm so sorry. [ Sorry that she put him through that, sorry he had to hear about the horrible things that she'd been through. Sorry she likely frightened him to death with it all. Her lips purse briefly before she very gently adds: ] And... I'm so grateful for helping me away from that ledge. Everything got so... dark. I haven't felt truly blessed in a long time.
[ Her smile is sad, but there's a genuine thanks in it. There is... perhaps additional motive, too. She's learned about the state of health of those on the expedition from Mr. Goodsir. The lack of nutrients, the Scurvy, the canned food — tainted, spoiled, and the lead. How sick they all got. Edward had mentioned how they'd been trapped for years. All that time without proper food... how sick must they all have gotten...?
He saved her, talked her back from the ledge. The least she can do in return is give him something to help with his own health. Carefully, hand reaches forwards, towards his. She gently tightens his fingers around the bottle with her grasp, nodding once before letting go. ]
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[ What comes next isn't so easy to talk about. Her expression shifts into one of quiet shame and anxiousness, head lowering a little in her embarrassment. Last month isn't... great to think about and she fiddles with the sled lead in her hands for a good few moments before she finally brings herself to speak. ]
After— after last month. I feel... so ridiculous for what happened. I'm... I'm so sorry. [ Sorry that she put him through that, sorry he had to hear about the horrible things that she'd been through. Sorry she likely frightened him to death with it all. Her lips purse briefly before she very gently adds: ] And... I'm so grateful for helping me away from that ledge. Everything got so... dark. I haven't felt truly blessed in a long time.
[ Her smile is sad, but there's a genuine thanks in it. There is... perhaps additional motive, too. She's learned about the state of health of those on the expedition from Mr. Goodsir. The lack of nutrients, the Scurvy, the canned food — tainted, spoiled, and the lead. How sick they all got. Edward had mentioned how they'd been trapped for years. All that time without proper food... how sick must they all have gotten...?
He saved her, talked her back from the ledge. The least she can do in return is give him something to help with his own health. Carefully, hand reaches forwards, towards his. She gently tightens his fingers around the bottle with her grasp, nodding once before letting go. ]
So... please, take it.