[ It makes her swallow, that lean. It's hard to see any effect she might have others. She demands, she never looks back, she burns everything but the path she has to follow and she never, never lets herself wonder what it could be like otherwise. She can't. Shut those doors on her empty rooms.

But it's hard not to, at least a little when she hears him talk sometimes. Watching him now, watching him watch her. Until his gaze lowers, and she doesn't go far but lets out a shaky breath. Her only inclination for how tightly she's wound even over so small a thing. She is so far from her realm on how this is exactly done. ]

You did. You gave an old woman some solace, and a thought that she might have flowers in her hair again, even if she was to die on a planet far from her home.