[She schools her expression, steels it before she affords him a look over her shoulder.]
Is it not? I thought you made yourself pretty clear that you don't need me here.
[Doesn't need... whatever this is. It's a horrible attempt, she knows, but... what else is she supposed to do? Pat him on the head and tell him things are going to be fine? That would be a lie because clearly things are not fine right now. Hug him and say that it's okay? No, because he needs a goddamn shower.
But no one had ever taught Benedikta how to... do that. How to console people. Her heart is far too stung to feel empathy for anyone, including him, so all she can offer is the cold hard truth.
And perhaps a steady hand to trim that god-awful beard. Maybe even a distraction, should he want it.
Really, all she wanted was to make sure that he wasn't dead. That he was okay. Alive. Living. And when she found him like this...]
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Is it not? I thought you made yourself pretty clear that you don't need me here.
[Doesn't need... whatever this is. It's a horrible attempt, she knows, but... what else is she supposed to do? Pat him on the head and tell him things are going to be fine? That would be a lie because clearly things are not fine right now. Hug him and say that it's okay? No, because he needs a goddamn shower.
But no one had ever taught Benedikta how to... do that. How to console people. Her heart is far too stung to feel empathy for anyone, including him, so all she can offer is the cold hard truth.
And perhaps a steady hand to trim that god-awful beard. Maybe even a distraction, should he want it.
Really, all she wanted was to make sure that he wasn't dead. That he was okay. Alive. Living. And when she found him like this...]