[ She's happy, really. Queasy with it. Even if every step she takes seems heavier than the last, feeling every moment that skims between her fingers like so much Amh Araeng sand ever more keenly. Knelt before Minfilia's resting place she'd squeezed her fingers nearly numb in prayer, silently beseeching her predecessor to help her see things through to the very end with the grace and poise befitting their (and it is their's, even if only Ryne remains) legacy.
So why can she not say so? Time is in short supply, and yet the silence seemed boundless. The trolley they'd borrowed hardly needed their attention; the Talos was a dutiful driver. And when they'd walked the rest of the way and back, nary a gigantender glanced their way. There had been opportunities aplenty to say something, to tell him that he needn't worry about her once he was gone, that she was glad that he'd soon find his way home again, where he belonged, that she was ready to see him off, see them all off.
And yet her mind blanked. As it does again when he stops, turns, and says something to her that she hears but only barely listens to.
Amaro? Why is he talking about-- ]
Um... I'm sorry, what was that you said about Amaro?
[ She feels her cheeks warm with embarrassment. Now is not the time to be distracted. Soon she won't even have time for that, never mind time to pay attention! ]
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So why can she not say so? Time is in short supply, and yet the silence seemed boundless. The trolley they'd borrowed hardly needed their attention; the Talos was a dutiful driver. And when they'd walked the rest of the way and back, nary a gigantender glanced their way. There had been opportunities aplenty to say something, to tell him that he needn't worry about her once he was gone, that she was glad that he'd soon find his way home again, where he belonged, that she was ready to see him off, see them all off.
And yet her mind blanked. As it does again when he stops, turns, and says something to her that she hears but only barely listens to.
Amaro? Why is he talking about-- ]
Um... I'm sorry, what was that you said about Amaro?
[ She feels her cheeks warm with embarrassment. Now is not the time to be distracted. Soon she won't even have time for that, never mind time to pay attention! ]