Gods only know what she's done to deserve it, but here they are. Friends. As easy as that. There's a thrill of newness and excitement that comes with John's agreement, and even of relief. Shadowheart's spent so much of her life in darkness; making a friend feels like one more small step towards the light.]
Go on, then. Show me how to use that thing.
[She can't help but wonder about his former employers, and how they discouraged friendship. He was a soldier, he'd said, in an army; is that where this stiff, quiet man learned to dampen his feelings? Were his commanders in the army the ones who convinced him – falsely, she'd say – that he doesn't make a good friend? He'll tell her in his time, she supposes. She knows better than to pry.
In the meantime, they've got a pie to bake. She scoops up the cat, who's once again trying to lick the sugar off the counter, and with her free hand grabs a bag of flour and places it on the counter next to John. Then it's into the large, cold box up against the wall to fetch the remainder of the butter.]
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Gods only know what she's done to deserve it, but here they are. Friends. As easy as that. There's a thrill of newness and excitement that comes with John's agreement, and even of relief. Shadowheart's spent so much of her life in darkness; making a friend feels like one more small step towards the light.]
Go on, then. Show me how to use that thing.
[She can't help but wonder about his former employers, and how they discouraged friendship. He was a soldier, he'd said, in an army; is that where this stiff, quiet man learned to dampen his feelings? Were his commanders in the army the ones who convinced him – falsely, she'd say – that he doesn't make a good friend? He'll tell her in his time, she supposes. She knows better than to pry.
In the meantime, they've got a pie to bake. She scoops up the cat, who's once again trying to lick the sugar off the counter, and with her free hand grabs a bag of flour and places it on the counter next to John. Then it's into the large, cold box up against the wall to fetch the remainder of the butter.]