[The truth is that he does not need to look upset - he just has to look at her. Kesara in her element is as good at hiding just how deeply other people touch her as she is at being thus touched. Norfinbury puts a whole new order of demand on this skill. She struggles to rein in the crumpling of all her features with relief, damp eyes, the crinkle of her lower lip as she bites it bloody. But even she quickly recognises that it's a lost cause, and that she is tired of trying for it. He is the third person to die despite her quietly labelling him as hers, and thinking that someone thus labelled should have no right to die on her. It's a childish thing. Her anger is childish. Even if she has much preferred it to grief.
She breathes in and out and raises a hand to echo his gesture. The bite of her lip melts into a smile, shaky with the intensity of emotion.]
Of course I forgive you. That is, if, if you forgive me for digging some more without waiting for you.
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Date: 2016-06-19 02:45 pm (UTC)She breathes in and out and raises a hand to echo his gesture. The bite of her lip melts into a smile, shaky with the intensity of emotion.]
Of course I forgive you. That is, if, if you forgive me for digging some more without waiting for you.