[ Miraculously, she's actually getting sleep. Maybe it's a small blessing, something little to make up for the brutality she'd been forced through, but it's something. Or perhaps it's the depression, sinking in it's fangs where it's least welcome. She shakes it off, though, makes sure she looks happy to see him, and just wiggles the basket again until he takes it. At this, she beams. ]
I wanted to see you!
[ Silly question, to her. She's only teasing. ]
You must be exhausted. [ She perceives that easily, and understands. Who wouldn't be. Hands together before her, she rests them over her abdomen before tilting her head with a curious little gaze to pair with that smile. ]
Talk to me. I want to hear your voice.
[ From carrying the basket to the smile, she tries not to let anything but her own whims take her. She wants to be in control, to feel like the world is moving forward, even if this is the state of things.
But she isn't really lying about the things she wants, either. It's a peek at the loneliness she's holding onto. ]
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I wanted to see you!
[ Silly question, to her. She's only teasing. ]
You must be exhausted. [ She perceives that easily, and understands. Who wouldn't be. Hands together before her, she rests them over her abdomen before tilting her head with a curious little gaze to pair with that smile. ]
Talk to me. I want to hear your voice.
[ From carrying the basket to the smile, she tries not to let anything but her own whims take her. She wants to be in control, to feel like the world is moving forward, even if this is the state of things.
But she isn't really lying about the things she wants, either. It's a peek at the loneliness she's holding onto. ]