[ She hesitates a bit before drawing a smile over her expression deliberately, ducking her head. The smile, at least, is genuinely drawn, even if her own uncertainty would usually squash it. ]
Of course I do.
[ Reaching out, she smooths his shirt, studying her handiwork rather than looking him in the eye (bluff 23). ]
It’s just … you know. War. [ Her eyes widen briefly on the word. It’s a big word. ] It’s not spooky demons in alleyways anymore. I’ve never done anything like this.
[ Finally, her eyes lift to his. ] At least, not that I can remember.
[ She should tell him. Really, she should. This could be her last chance. But if she comes back, then it means she worried him for nothing. If she doesn’t, then it won’t matter in the end, anyway, if she’d told him or not. It’s happened before that she didn’t come back. Who knows what circumstances that was under. ]
no subject
Of course I do.
[ Reaching out, she smooths his shirt, studying her handiwork rather than looking him in the eye (bluff 23). ]
It’s just … you know. War. [ Her eyes widen briefly on the word. It’s a big word. ] It’s not spooky demons in alleyways anymore. I’ve never done anything like this.
[ Finally, her eyes lift to his. ] At least, not that I can remember.
[ She should tell him. Really, she should. This could be her last chance. But if she comes back, then it means she worried him for nothing. If she doesn’t, then it won’t matter in the end, anyway, if she’d told him or not. It’s happened before that she didn’t come back. Who knows what circumstances that was under. ]