[a quiet laugh escapes her after he reaches for her hand and expresses that he considers her a kind person, declaring that she still has something leftβherself. it hurts, because even if it were true, she has not stopped to consider her own value, attached always to those she loved and lost; attached to the perception that others have of her.
and part of her is unwilling to believe his words, given so generously, because he thinks he knows her, but has not really stopped to see how broken and bitter the path she's walked is, actions that she's taken that have led to painful outcomes, for herself and others.
tears don't fall down her cheeks because she works hard to keep her emotions at bay, but her eyes are certainly glossy as she looks down at him.]
Thank you. [she barely manages to get the words out, her throat tight.] I'm not sure how we ended here, talking about thisβ [these... 'tales of woe' as he puts it. he takes back her hand, to brush away at any tears that do challenge her will, laughs lightly again.] You're not in Solvunn, are you?
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and part of her is unwilling to believe his words, given so generously, because he thinks he knows her, but has not really stopped to see how broken and bitter the path she's walked is, actions that she's taken that have led to painful outcomes, for herself and others.
tears don't fall down her cheeks because she works hard to keep her emotions at bay, but her eyes are certainly glossy as she looks down at him.]
Thank you. [she barely manages to get the words out, her throat tight.] I'm not sure how we ended here, talking about thisβ [these... 'tales of woe' as he puts it. he takes back her hand, to brush away at any tears that do challenge her will, laughs lightly again.] You're not in Solvunn, are you?
[because it would be too kind if he was.]
Come, you can sit on the bench.