[Despite her attempts at heroic chivalry, Gideon forces herself to move in the wake of Laura's invitation. Follows her silently to her little corner of the pit, to her broken bowl full of tepid water. It's shitty. Everything about their current situation is shitty beyond all words, and yet somehow it still fills her with a quiet rush of feeling to have someone make this effort for her.
Maybe it's because of this that she ultimately relents, snorting a weak laugh as Laura skips ahead in the conversation that was almost certain to have played out had she not run through the whole thing herself.]
Yeah, okay. Although maybe we can at least share it.
[She says, and takes the bowl like she's accepting a fresh, foaming pint of ale instead of water of dubious origins.]
Thanks.
[She says, and means it, before taking a small, slow sip. The water has a kind of earthy taste that makes her think of the shitty things that grow down here in the dark, but in her present state it's almost good. Certainly better than nothing.]
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Maybe it's because of this that she ultimately relents, snorting a weak laugh as Laura skips ahead in the conversation that was almost certain to have played out had she not run through the whole thing herself.]
Yeah, okay. Although maybe we can at least share it.
[She says, and takes the bowl like she's accepting a fresh, foaming pint of ale instead of water of dubious origins.]
Thanks.
[She says, and means it, before taking a small, slow sip. The water has a kind of earthy taste that makes her think of the shitty things that grow down here in the dark, but in her present state it's almost good. Certainly better than nothing.]