She exhales a relieved breath at his touch, understanding and appreciating the concern in it. If she'd sent a message along the way, she would have broken completely and not made it to him. This lie, an omission at best for how careful she was getting here, will have to stand for now. He'll have an apology for it soon enough.
Her feet take her inside and she toes out of her boots without much thought to it. She retrieves the tea from the bag on her shoulder first, offering it to him before making her way to the couch to set the bag down for him to find as his mind allows.
"How are your bruises this morning?” An easier question than others, one with an objective answer. "Have you eaten anything yet?"
She's filling the space, not wanting to let silence settle. If it's quiet for too long, more uncomfortable subjects may come up, and she's not ready for that to happen yet.
Switching to prose >>;;
Her feet take her inside and she toes out of her boots without much thought to it. She retrieves the tea from the bag on her shoulder first, offering it to him before making her way to the couch to set the bag down for him to find as his mind allows.
"How are your bruises this morning?” An easier question than others, one with an objective answer. "Have you eaten anything yet?"
She's filling the space, not wanting to let silence settle. If it's quiet for too long, more uncomfortable subjects may come up, and she's not ready for that to happen yet.