[It's not being alone that she's afraid of, but she can't quite shape the words for her true fear, that fear of being eaten by the weight of waiting. So she folds it up and lays it in the back of her mind. She can't embarrass herself in front of Duster with strange, vague fears. Not even while she grieves.]
I need food too. [Her voice is small when she admits as much.] If, if you bring some then I'll repay you. I'll find a way. You can have one of my knives.
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Date: 2016-06-22 01:57 pm (UTC)I need food too. [Her voice is small when she admits as much.] If, if you bring some then I'll repay you. I'll find a way. You can have one of my knives.