[ She flashes him a small smile. It's not that kind of night, so she simply puts the kettle on and takes out two mugs, an earth-coloured one for herself and slides a white one for him. ]
[ Truthfully: she's not afraid. When she was, anger took its place, then grief, and now something else, curious and nascent, is working its way there. The same dryness as his throat scratches at her mouth, but the fractures in his psyche are enough to keep out more than that. She doesn't want to look in. From what she's heard, he's more than earned his privacy. ]
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[ Truthfully: she's not afraid. When she was, anger took its place, then grief, and now something else, curious and nascent, is working its way there. The same dryness as his throat scratches at her mouth, but the fractures in his psyche are enough to keep out more than that. She doesn't want to look in. From what she's heard, he's more than earned his privacy. ]
Are you hungry?