{she isn't sure how she should take his statement about being sick. She knows that she wasn't before she ran but for all she knows 'sick' could mean frostbite or the like to him considering he seems fairly unused to humans. She's just not sure if he's blaming her for it or not.
If it were anyone else that thought wouldn't even occur to her but he had been confusing the last time they'd talked, leaving her with the impression it was her fault he'd burdened himself with her in the first place and maybe being sick runs along those lines too? He doesn't pursue it though and so she simply nods, trying to quietly go over herself inside to see if she still feels sick. All she feels though is sun-warmed and rested, if a little sick to her stomach but she knows herself well enough to know that's only nerves and no one's fault but her own.
The fact is, she's not sure what she's supposed to do now. She either owes him - something, which he can collect or have her work off in debt, or else she's free to go - somewhere. If she's free to go somewhere, she has no idea where that will be. All directions but one seem equal. She's never traveled outside her village before and the names of places beyond it and the other edges of the wild woods are just as much fairy tale to her in some ways as he is. Real but not permanent or predictable. Surely somewhere needs a healer or at least a pair of willing hands and the ability to work. Anywhere she goes will view her as a stranger and suspicious though and if it's not far enough away, news of who she is will eventually find its way from her former life into any she builds within gossip's distance of it.
It's still worrying away inside her mind, chasing its tail, when he steps down and she tenses again, not at all sure if she should bolt or not. Deer on the edge of the treeline probably look a great deal the way she does, hands tightening on the fabric of her discarded jacket. It still comes down to where would she run? These are his woods. If he's decided to be fickle and have some fun with hurting her now that he's active and not as gray as he was when she last saw him, where in woods that he rules would she find safety from it?
It doesn't mean she won't still run. She was obviously unwelcome the last time they talked and her soul's a little too raw still in that area to want to take much more of it.
It helps when he steps into the shadows simply because he seems... approachable, except that's not the right word. She certainly isn't entertaining thoughts of approaching him. The question surprises a mild frown out of her though, brows coming down a little over her eyes. Is he being... thoughtful? It's only common courtesy but even that small kindness is powerful after being driven away by people who were supposed to - supposed to nothing she supposes but it just makes his gesture feel that much more important to her. The frown fades leaving her simply looking a little confused and not sure if she can trust his attention.}
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If it were anyone else that thought wouldn't even occur to her but he had been confusing the last time they'd talked, leaving her with the impression it was her fault he'd burdened himself with her in the first place and maybe being sick runs along those lines too? He doesn't pursue it though and so she simply nods, trying to quietly go over herself inside to see if she still feels sick. All she feels though is sun-warmed and rested, if a little sick to her stomach but she knows herself well enough to know that's only nerves and no one's fault but her own.
The fact is, she's not sure what she's supposed to do now. She either owes him - something, which he can collect or have her work off in debt, or else she's free to go - somewhere. If she's free to go somewhere, she has no idea where that will be. All directions but one seem equal. She's never traveled outside her village before and the names of places beyond it and the other edges of the wild woods are just as much fairy tale to her in some ways as he is. Real but not permanent or predictable. Surely somewhere needs a healer or at least a pair of willing hands and the ability to work. Anywhere she goes will view her as a stranger and suspicious though and if it's not far enough away, news of who she is will eventually find its way from her former life into any she builds within gossip's distance of it.
It's still worrying away inside her mind, chasing its tail, when he steps down and she tenses again, not at all sure if she should bolt or not. Deer on the edge of the treeline probably look a great deal the way she does, hands tightening on the fabric of her discarded jacket. It still comes down to where would she run? These are his woods. If he's decided to be fickle and have some fun with hurting her now that he's active and not as gray as he was when she last saw him, where in woods that he rules would she find safety from it?
It doesn't mean she won't still run. She was obviously unwelcome the last time they talked and her soul's a little too raw still in that area to want to take much more of it.
It helps when he steps into the shadows simply because he seems... approachable, except that's not the right word. She certainly isn't entertaining thoughts of approaching him. The question surprises a mild frown out of her though, brows coming down a little over her eyes. Is he being... thoughtful? It's only common courtesy but even that small kindness is powerful after being driven away by people who were supposed to - supposed to nothing she supposes but it just makes his gesture feel that much more important to her. The frown fades leaving her simply looking a little confused and not sure if she can trust his attention.}
Yes? Please.