[She doesn’t stop eating, though her movements are slower and more methodical, covering for what she isn’t sure is anger or bitterness or curiosity. Maybe, since she feels a twinge of something like disappointment when he says she should figure it out (mostly), it was more of the latter.
Small things. Big things.]
… I am not a happy person.
[In general. Would that change just because she found a few more things to like? (To love?) It wasn’t like she was unaware of her disposition, or how other people saw her. (How other people had made it clear they saw her, time and again, most recently in regards to ambassadors.) She hasn’t even… has she smiled more than she could count on the fingers of one hand since her arrival here?
She doesn’t think so. Slowly, her eye slips over to him, catching that lopsided smile.]
I would not want you to stake too much on my discoveries.
no subject
Small things. Big things.]
… I am not a happy person.
[In general. Would that change just because she found a few more things to like? (To love?) It wasn’t like she was unaware of her disposition, or how other people saw her. (How other people had made it clear they saw her, time and again, most recently in regards to ambassadors.) She hasn’t even… has she smiled more than she could count on the fingers of one hand since her arrival here?
She doesn’t think so. Slowly, her eye slips over to him, catching that lopsided smile.]
I would not want you to stake too much on my discoveries.
[It would be cruel to lead him on, surely.]