[ As Beatrix starts to move, Seisyll gets the hint and darts away again, finding a nice spot under the table to curl up.
In the meanwhile, Trahearne starts sorting the fruits and placing them in various cupboards, different receptacles. Every so often as she speaks does he throw a glance her way, trying to gauge how much of what she's tell him is her scolding him, or her simply reminding him. The argument with Ori over this very topic is fresh in his mind, and the sores from that still tender.
"All of us have our moments where we think we need to handle everything on our own." That's been true for him for his entire life. It wasn't a matter of thinking he had to handle everything on his own, it was a matter of knowing he had no choice but to. And his efforts to unlearn this have been unsuccessful so far. ]
I know. [ He says this quietly, a way to protect himself. With the last fruits put in their place, he carefully tucks the folded bag into a nearby drawer. ] But it's good to hear it again, and I admittedly need the reminder.
[ He leans against the counter and eases the tension in his shoulders; a stinging in his chest tells him that he probably should have let Beatrix do the putting things away herself. And hypocritically, he says nothing. ]
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In the meanwhile, Trahearne starts sorting the fruits and placing them in various cupboards, different receptacles. Every so often as she speaks does he throw a glance her way, trying to gauge how much of what she's tell him is her scolding him, or her simply reminding him. The argument with Ori over this very topic is fresh in his mind, and the sores from that still tender.
"All of us have our moments where we think we need to handle everything on our own." That's been true for him for his entire life. It wasn't a matter of thinking he had to handle everything on his own, it was a matter of knowing he had no choice but to. And his efforts to unlearn this have been unsuccessful so far. ]
I know. [ He says this quietly, a way to protect himself. With the last fruits put in their place, he carefully tucks the folded bag into a nearby drawer. ] But it's good to hear it again, and I admittedly need the reminder.
[ He leans against the counter and eases the tension in his shoulders; a stinging in his chest tells him that he probably should have let Beatrix do the putting things away herself. And hypocritically, he says nothing. ]
Thank you, Beatrix.