[ Eula can't help it; she laughs again, the sound more of a chuckle in the blackness of the cave. There's nothing derisive about it, though, nothing meant to offendโ although if he feels offended by it is another matter entirelyโ and if it wasn't clear, the words that follow it in the next beat make it more immediately obvious: ]
Well. That makes two of us, then.
[ With another sigh, she twists in the bedroll, turning to face his backโ it's a terrifying gesture, if she's honest, but with him still turned away from her, it feels safer, somehow. (Not that any of this is even remotely safe. Her brain, every instinct she has, is screaming at her to turn away once more, to mind her own business, to stay out of itโ) ]
We're sworn to secrecy, aren't we? So if you want to talk about it, I'll listen.
[ Is it selfish to offer help to someone on the grounds that it will help you keep your mind off your own problems? Probably.
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[ Eula can't help it; she laughs again, the sound more of a chuckle in the blackness of the cave. There's nothing derisive about it, though, nothing meant to offendโ although if he feels offended by it is another matter entirelyโ and if it wasn't clear, the words that follow it in the next beat make it more immediately obvious: ]
Well. That makes two of us, then.
[ With another sigh, she twists in the bedroll, turning to face his backโ it's a terrifying gesture, if she's honest, but with him still turned away from her, it feels safer, somehow. (Not that any of this is even remotely safe. Her brain, every instinct she has, is screaming at her to turn away once more, to mind her own business, to stay out of itโ) ]
We're sworn to secrecy, aren't we? So if you want to talk about it, I'll listen.
[ Is it selfish to offer help to someone on the grounds that it will help you keep your mind off your own problems? Probably.
But right now, Eula is desperate. ]