[Elle startles slightly when Joshua's dæmon comes into her view, her shoulders jumping in her surprise. What...? What -- What is she...? What does it... mean? Are they just trying to... bring her out of her thoughts? That doesn't... That doesn't seem likely. She doesn't think that's something they would do. So why...? She doesn't understand.
Cain is peering in the direction of the dog dæmon just over his wing. He can't actually see her, he knows that very well. But still. Even though Elle is floundering, Cain finds himself drawn in. He doesn't move from his spot on Elle's chest, not yet, not when she's shying into herself under Joshua's words and the gaze of his dæmon. But... hmmm.
Joshua... he. Elle isn't sure... why he's so sure about her. First, he hands her the responsibility of deciding for the Sorrows... now... this. She doesn't understand.]
I... I really hope that's what... comes out of this. For... me. I know I... I know what I really did was just -- run away, no matter what I... tell myself, or anybody else, even if it's just... for a little while. But if... if I can still... figure it out... [She swallows nervously, attempts a smile.] Zion's still more peaceful than the Mojave, after all. By a long shot.
[... there's no strength in the smile, and she doesn't try to hold it up when it falls almost immediately afterwards. This time, she does pick at the paint peeling off her Pip-Boy.] I... I just... I don't know. If... I'm entirely honest, I don't really know... why you... picked... me. [She's not looking up at all, now. Her eyes are on her Pip-Boy, where it's safe. Cain nestles closer to her, a gesture of support.]
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Cain is peering in the direction of the dog dæmon just over his wing. He can't actually see her, he knows that very well. But still. Even though Elle is floundering, Cain finds himself drawn in. He doesn't move from his spot on Elle's chest, not yet, not when she's shying into herself under Joshua's words and the gaze of his dæmon. But... hmmm.
Joshua... he. Elle isn't sure... why he's so sure about her. First, he hands her the responsibility of deciding for the Sorrows... now... this. She doesn't understand.]
I... I really hope that's what... comes out of this. For... me. I know I... I know what I really did was just -- run away, no matter what I... tell myself, or anybody else, even if it's just... for a little while. But if... if I can still... figure it out... [She swallows nervously, attempts a smile.] Zion's still more peaceful than the Mojave, after all. By a long shot.
[... there's no strength in the smile, and she doesn't try to hold it up when it falls almost immediately afterwards. This time, she does pick at the paint peeling off her Pip-Boy.] I... I just... I don't know. If... I'm entirely honest, I don't really know... why you... picked... me. [She's not looking up at all, now. Her eyes are on her Pip-Boy, where it's safe. Cain nestles closer to her, a gesture of support.]