[ for both things—fetching the pen she'd thrown and for his compliment. it hardly feels enough. jenna deserves a tombstone and a proper burial, and she deserves to have on her tombstone an indication that she had been old and grey and had died naturally. tears prick her eyes but heed her wish not to fall.
she doesn't know why the idea of a cemetery fills her with a soft trepidation over her comfort. being amongst the dead had given her a strange source of feeling stable and centred, and now…
ignoring it. that's what she does best.
she frowns as she peers up at him. ] What's wrong?
no subject
[ for both things—fetching the pen she'd thrown and for his compliment. it hardly feels enough. jenna deserves a tombstone and a proper burial, and she deserves to have on her tombstone an indication that she had been old and grey and had died naturally. tears prick her eyes but heed her wish not to fall.
she doesn't know why the idea of a cemetery fills her with a soft trepidation over her comfort. being amongst the dead had given her a strange source of feeling stable and centred, and now…
ignoring it. that's what she does best.
she frowns as she peers up at him. ] What's wrong?