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Yeah, go ahead.

[he holds off drawing, for the moment, giving her a little nod-- make yourself comfy, miss don.]

[ great! she's actually crawling over to hug him, trying to squeeze in the thanks she finds hard to say before sitting back again. ]

That is all! Thee may continue.

[ nbd ]

[oh

oh okay he's not expecting the hug??

but he Has been getting more accustomed to this, to accepting and giving affection, so when she moves over to hug him-- he wraps an arm around her in turn, letting go when she sits back.]

...just let me know if you need a break or anything again, 'kay?

[ -- maybe she left too soon, caught for a moment by the arm around her, but it's better she did. her heart feels like it needs the distance. what happened to nbd, girl. ]

... I shall.

[ oooooh she would do numbers on the leaves of this trees. if only it would fall faster. maybe she's looking forward to her next break. even if it won't have a hug. wait, she can just do it again later friends hug each other all the time it's acceptable. that was all she had for conversation lately and she missed the chance to offer her tucking services. no she didn't. hold on. ]

Should thee ever want a good tucking in, I shall offer a hand. Milk and, um, kiss are optional.

[ but

like

she'd do it. ]

...maybe I should take you up on it sometime. Might get me scolded a little less for just falling asleep places...

[nobody can get annoyed he's napping at work in that case, right? right.]

I don't think the milk would help much though.

[he's not that into it, honestly...

no comment on the kiss don't worry about it do not worry about it]

[ ... mm.

there's something odd and disheartening about the latter half of that, and she does know the cause-- but is it better or worse than him just saying no thank you, like the milk? it's the why does it matter that she finds herself at an end with and she picks at the ground as the question she wants to ask rises, catches in her throat, leaves her with an expression somewhere between hesitation and uncertainty.

instead of saying anything, she'll remain quiet, concentrating hard on the grass she's plucking. there's no reason to be-- disappointed, is this? it'd been weird the other time, right? it'd been awkward, not all-together unpleasant, but unusual, even if it was just duty, it'd felt like a situation she shouldn't want to be in again and yet,

yet... would it be so bad, to await his rescue?

...

the plucking intensifies. ]

...you need a break, Don?

[that's a lot of fidgeting... either she's restless, or it's the subject. something about it making her antsy. in either case-- it probably doesn't hurt to give her a bit of an out, there, see if shifting the topic changes this or not.

he's paused in his sketching, for the moment, in case she does need to move.]

Nay! Nay, I am merely thinking.

[ about things she should not, questions and such that ought not be entertained, and so after a moment she puts the odd restlessness to a different question that floats to mind; a safer one than what might show her hand. ]

Ehm, was there a particular reason thee wanted to paint me all of a sudden? I do not mind, obviously, but I did not want to ask [ did not think to ask ] before others, lest there be scoundrels that would spy upon one's personal conversations. I am unused to being the focus of one's attention in that way.

[ -- there, ea... not easy but easier compared to and the kiss? like some lovelorn maiden in a story. maiden she is, lovelorn she is

not, definitely. it will pass, it will pass, it should not flourish even if she'd like it to. ]

A reason?

[huh. he didn't really expect to be asked, and it's not something he's put a ton of thought into...]

Because I wanted to, I guess, but if you wanna know why I wanted to...

[give him a second because he has to consider why he decided on it past 'yeah i would like to do this',]

...I want to have something like this, of people I care about here.

[portraits of them, just in case, from when they were here and he knew them.]

... I see.

[ so it really was no big deal. is she relieved? or the opposite? don makes herself ease either way, hands to her lap. ]

That is much the same reason I have begun taking pictures of those I care for too. Even if we may not [ remember ] bring them back with us, it is proof that they, that we were here. I much regret not doing anything for Ser Gregor when he was here with us, truthfully.

Yeah, exactly. It's... something to keep around, just in case. For when you miss people later.

[because he would miss her, if she disappeared. he's been getting used to having don around.]

Wouldn't be the same as actually seeing you smile, but it'd be something.

[ she's gotten used to drawing beside him too, anything else aside. don treasures her friends a lot more with the free time she's been afforded her. it's different than the sinners, who she will find in any world: these are people she's chosen herself to befriend, who she may never see again. it makes them a different kind of special.

(a more hurtful sort, each one a sword grazing her heart, but special nonetheless.

the point marks a centimeter deeper.) ]

Hmhm, I understand. I rather like thine as well, for it always makes me wish to smile just the same! [ like now, definitely the smile and not the remark on hers!!! ] Though it is a little troublesome to carry about a portrait of another, so may I offer an alternative that is sure to console that gentle heart of thine?

[ she is all for!!! keeping smiles going!!! no missing allowed, that makes people feel sad and empty and regretful (source: her) ]

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