( She wants to ask, of course she does — but she's perceptive. For a girl kept in captivity, she's demonstrated a fairly impressive tendency to read people. It might be because of the captivity, because of the constant need to walk on eggshells, to monitor body language for either threats or softness that can be taken advantage of. To anticipate based on expression what is in store for her. It served her well with Logan, and it's serving her again now.
He does not want to talk about it. She thinks of the day on the beach, when they both cried together. She knows he lost Charles, but she's beginning to think there's an echoing pain other than him.
So she holds his hand more tightly, and shakes her head. )
I'm tired now, and nothing will be as wonderful as the deer. Can we go back?
( She isn't tired; she doesn't get tired, physically. But she wants to make him comfortable, and besides, he kept his promise — she got to meet a lot of animals today. It has been good. )
[ He knows she's not tired. He also seriously doubts she wouldn't be happy to meet other animals out here, so he knows she's only saying this for his sake. He wants to tell her that she doesn't have to, that he really is fine, he would be more than happy to continue— but she's also right in that it was a wonderful encounter, in spite of the barrage of emotion that came with it.
So he's glad to call it a good day. Consider it a small victory. He smiles a litte warmer and squeezes her hand back, nodding at her question. ]
Of course we can.
[ Chances are they'll run into other animals on the way, but even if not, he's content to just talk to her, explore their surroundings a little more as they head back to the castle grounds. ]
( They walk back together — and as they go, she holds his hand the whole way. Even though he isn't sad anymore, even though she has no excuse for it, he doesn't take it away from her, and so she keeps on holding. This is the kind of casual touching that she grew up without, that she seeks out perpetually and cannot find. That she's seen parents do with their children. That he lets her do it is almost as nice as meeting the animals had been.
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He does not want to talk about it. She thinks of the day on the beach, when they both cried together. She knows he lost Charles, but she's beginning to think there's an echoing pain other than him.
So she holds his hand more tightly, and shakes her head. )
I'm tired now, and nothing will be as wonderful as the deer. Can we go back?
( She isn't tired; she doesn't get tired, physically. But she wants to make him comfortable, and besides, he kept his promise — she got to meet a lot of animals today. It has been good. )
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So he's glad to call it a good day. Consider it a small victory. He smiles a litte warmer and squeezes her hand back, nodding at her question. ]
Of course we can.
[ Chances are they'll run into other animals on the way, but even if not, he's content to just talk to her, explore their surroundings a little more as they head back to the castle grounds. ]
wrapping; 😭
They go home. )