[There's relief at first, but when she glances at him it settles back into guilt. No, if she was going to hide the depth of one thing from him, she'll show another. A huff.]
I just said it was weird. That's all.
[She can do it, dammit. White leans back, one hand on the pot, and lets her mind wander through the different memories of this place until she lands on one that flutters a smile onto her face, warmth balling heavy in her chest and sprouting buds close to her fingertips. They're not lively, kind of sickly looking, but they're there in their desperately needing water glory: wildflowers.]
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I just said it was weird. That's all.
[She can do it, dammit. White leans back, one hand on the pot, and lets her mind wander through the different memories of this place until she lands on one that flutters a smile onto her face, warmth balling heavy in her chest and sprouting buds close to her fingertips. They're not lively, kind of sickly looking, but they're there in their desperately needing water glory: wildflowers.]