[ He may be as stubborn as she is, but he is nowhere near as childish. He takes the pitcher before she can, and she groans loudly, dragging her hands down her face before putting her head down in her arms. This woman is twenty-five years old.

But they also both know that she's not going to get up and leave, either.

Instead, she just sits like that for a minute, then lets out the world's heaviest sigh before she raises her head slightly. She's still hunched over, and she's still not looking at him, but she does gesture. ]

It's different, he was missing for y'all! I didn't even know he was in Thorne until he showed up practically on my doorstep. I never had to worry like that, I knew he was alive, that he was still... y'know, here. [ She folds her arms again and rests her chin on them. ] So what do I have to be upset about? I knew that he'd go back to people who'd take care of him. All I did was babysit.