[ Should she feel appeased by his hesitation? The uncertain way he speaks after, as if her question has unsettled him as much as this, this entire situation, pulls the rug from under her feet. But this is different. Grief was confusing, she finds, but it carried none of the sickening anxiety she feels now, like a cold weight in the pit of her stomach. Like sitting on a rollercoaster without knowing when the fall will come or if it ever will, knowing only that she won't be prepared for it when it does. If it does. There's no way she would ever be ready for it and there's nothing to be done.
Nothing to be done. Moving was a matter of forgetting. She doesn't want to forget.
Amber lowers her eyes, movement slow and deliberate when she turns back to the task at hand. First, setting her black glass on the ground, then pulling out a knife from her boot to begin harvesting the correctly colored truffles. It's only a moment later that she turns over her shoulder to speak to him. ]
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Nothing to be done. Moving was a matter of forgetting. She doesn't want to forget.
Amber lowers her eyes, movement slow and deliberate when she turns back to the task at hand. First, setting her black glass on the ground, then pulling out a knife from her boot to begin harvesting the correctly colored truffles. It's only a moment later that she turns over her shoulder to speak to him. ]
Are you just going to watch me?