[ She says nothing of it, his comfort or his thought of her. Of the way he knows what lives in her spaces. She isn't sure she wants anyone to those pauses. They had been so utterly her own before this. Her burdens, silently born.
But he does the one thing, the only thing that she can have respect for: he says nothing. He makes no notion to them, he lets her do what she does best and progress forward. She must always and for it, she in turn keeps that aired tone. She is touched by nothing and like the only thing keeping her there is her hand on his.
They are sure hands, she thinks. They know their work. She likes them. ] I suppose I could take you into service after I assess your ability.
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But he does the one thing, the only thing that she can have respect for: he says nothing. He makes no notion to them, he lets her do what she does best and progress forward. She must always and for it, she in turn keeps that aired tone. She is touched by nothing and like the only thing keeping her there is her hand on his.
They are sure hands, she thinks. They know their work. She likes them. ] I suppose I could take you into service after I assess your ability.