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31.Mar.12, 12:27 PM
Breccan was gratified to see such an openly happy expression on his face. He smiled quite a bit, but his smiles were often touched with some other emotion, sadness or bitterness or some other emotion from the more negative strata. This was a new expression, just as infrequent for her as it was for him, and she found herself delighted by it. She'd probably have happily sat there and grinned at him and been grinned at for hours.
"I appreciate that," she answered softly, taking her turn in a brief study of her near-empty plate, "Maybe..." She trailed off, unsure how to finish that statement, and finally provided a small smile. "When I get it figured out," she settled on that promise, "Then we'll talk." A touch of amusement returned to her eyes, and she returned the warmth in his expression as soon as she saw it in his. She was grateful that he did not push, and a little bemused by his apparent understanding of her. It had been a dramatic step for her to say what she had, even in such uncertain terms, and all she really needed was for it to be heard. Perhaps later she would need questions, even tough ones, but now she just needed to know it was okay that she'd said what she said. The roof was not going to fall in on them. The few people remaining in the dining hall were not going to leap to their feet with scandalized expressions and exile her to the forest. Nothing bad at all was going to happen just because she'd said something personal to someone else. She sighed, a contented sound, and hardly knew she'd done it.
"Maybe I should make one up," she answered in the same vein, relieved to return to palyfulness, "Give myself something new to feel bad about." Her amusement trod a similar line between humor and bitterness, and she felt a touch of wistfulness for the grinning they'd just done. That had been better than all of this with its layers of unhappiness to get through just to tell a joke.
"Well," she considered, settling back slightly and looking towards the ceiling in a parody of someone struggling to pull information out of their memory, "There's you. Oh, and Lymsleia. I suppose I can count Echlerov, and maybe Indivara and Par'a. So three Northerners, and five people overall." She made a small face. That was a pretty pathetic number, no greater than the number of fingers on her hand. "I know a few of the Healers' names as well, but I haven't really gotten to know any of them. And I made some weaver show me the basics once, but I don't believe I ever caught her name." She shrugged a shoulder upwards. "What about you? Is there a secret social butterfly buried in Katila's Master Healer?" she asked, leaning forward to mimic his earlier movement, and putting her chin in a palm, elbow thumping quietly onto the table.
"I appreciate that," she answered softly, taking her turn in a brief study of her near-empty plate, "Maybe..." She trailed off, unsure how to finish that statement, and finally provided a small smile. "When I get it figured out," she settled on that promise, "Then we'll talk." A touch of amusement returned to her eyes, and she returned the warmth in his expression as soon as she saw it in his. She was grateful that he did not push, and a little bemused by his apparent understanding of her. It had been a dramatic step for her to say what she had, even in such uncertain terms, and all she really needed was for it to be heard. Perhaps later she would need questions, even tough ones, but now she just needed to know it was okay that she'd said what she said. The roof was not going to fall in on them. The few people remaining in the dining hall were not going to leap to their feet with scandalized expressions and exile her to the forest. Nothing bad at all was going to happen just because she'd said something personal to someone else. She sighed, a contented sound, and hardly knew she'd done it.
"Maybe I should make one up," she answered in the same vein, relieved to return to palyfulness, "Give myself something new to feel bad about." Her amusement trod a similar line between humor and bitterness, and she felt a touch of wistfulness for the grinning they'd just done. That had been better than all of this with its layers of unhappiness to get through just to tell a joke.
"Well," she considered, settling back slightly and looking towards the ceiling in a parody of someone struggling to pull information out of their memory, "There's you. Oh, and Lymsleia. I suppose I can count Echlerov, and maybe Indivara and Par'a. So three Northerners, and five people overall." She made a small face. That was a pretty pathetic number, no greater than the number of fingers on her hand. "I know a few of the Healers' names as well, but I haven't really gotten to know any of them. And I made some weaver show me the basics once, but I don't believe I ever caught her name." She shrugged a shoulder upwards. "What about you? Is there a secret social butterfly buried in Katila's Master Healer?" she asked, leaning forward to mimic his earlier movement, and putting her chin in a palm, elbow thumping quietly onto the table.
