Wait— [ It's probably for the best she can't turn all the way round to face him. It'd mean disturbing the wolf-dog resting against her, and she already looks pretty comfortable. Kate doesn't have the heart to do it. But she turns a little, tries to crane her neck to look back at him.
He'd said it, she didn't register it, in amongst all the mess of everything else: Tim's babbling, her sorrow and just wanting to disappear. As much as she wants to disappear, she still cares. Maybe just not so much about herself.
That's her all over, isn't it? Feeling and unfeeling. Sick and tired of everything, and yet she still cares about others.
Tim lost a brother. Kate did too.
It's hard to define what Harry Goodsir was to her, but brother might have been close to it. She never had a brother before. ]
You... you didn't say you had a brother here.
[ Never told her. There was one here. Specifically. She peers at him over her shoulder, back twisting towards him to look at him as much as she can without disturbing the wolf-dog.
Her face is red and tear-stained. She looks tired. She is tired.
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He'd said it, she didn't register it, in amongst all the mess of everything else: Tim's babbling, her sorrow and just wanting to disappear. As much as she wants to disappear, she still cares. Maybe just not so much about herself.
That's her all over, isn't it? Feeling and unfeeling. Sick and tired of everything, and yet she still cares about others.
Tim lost a brother. Kate did too.
It's hard to define what Harry Goodsir was to her, but brother might have been close to it. She never had a brother before. ]
You... you didn't say you had a brother here.
[ Never told her. There was one here. Specifically. She peers at him over her shoulder, back twisting towards him to look at him as much as she can without disturbing the wolf-dog.
Her face is red and tear-stained. She looks tired. She is tired.
She doesn't know what to say. Except— ]
I'm sorry.