[ Of all the things to fight with him about, alcohol wasn't it. Not when she wanted to numb everything to a somewhat tolerable level while she dried off. She held none of the grace he did, shifting in her seat to pull her soaked hair off of her skin to help warm herself up a bit faster. And as much as she'd like to avoid having to see his face in this moment, it's the safest place to look if she had any hope of trying to detect a lie.
But that's not what she sees. He's pleased? Proud? Of what. Any puzzling she might've attempted to sort through freezes, though, at his word choice. He was a calculating man, he didn't choose words without thought.
The abandoned. Orphans. Also non-Grisha. But, that's not where her mind goes. And he knows that. He must. Her eyes go a bit wide, staring at him with her fingers tangled in her wet hair, control of her full faculties not at peak performance. You are not alone. That shouldn't be at the forefront of her mind, but it is. Freeing her hands, she straightens her back, picking up the moonshine and taking a tentative sip. Somehow, she keeps from coughing, but it burns - only adding to her already hoarse sound from her yelling by the water. She almost asks how she can be sure he's not lying, but that's foolish. Putting down the moonshine, she immediately tries to summon light, the small orb barely able to grow without having to call on a lot more power than she had the energy to expel. Her brows knit as the light extinguishes. ]
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But that's not what she sees. He's pleased? Proud? Of what. Any puzzling she might've attempted to sort through freezes, though, at his word choice. He was a calculating man, he didn't choose words without thought.
The abandoned. Orphans. Also non-Grisha. But, that's not where her mind goes. And he knows that. He must. Her eyes go a bit wide, staring at him with her fingers tangled in her wet hair, control of her full faculties not at peak performance. You are not alone. That shouldn't be at the forefront of her mind, but it is. Freeing her hands, she straightens her back, picking up the moonshine and taking a tentative sip. Somehow, she keeps from coughing, but it burns - only adding to her already hoarse sound from her yelling by the water. She almost asks how she can be sure he's not lying, but that's foolish. Putting down the moonshine, she immediately tries to summon light, the small orb barely able to grow without having to call on a lot more power than she had the energy to expel. Her brows knit as the light extinguishes. ]
Why are we here, then?