[ It's strange how oddly comfortable she is with being this vulnerable in front of him. Maybe it's the small emotional breakdown earlier, but having him see her without her usual armor of uniform and perfectly tidy hair doesn't feel wrong. It doesn't feel right either, exactly, it just... is. It's easy to let him see her like this. Turning him away and facing this alone would be so much harder, so she doesn't even consider it.
Her eyes follow his to that bowl and the stack of cookies, and something broken inside her knits itself back together. He'd asked someone what she liked. He'd made that effort for her, and though it's small, it feels monumental. There's no hiding the wonder on her face as she turns her attention back to him before looking down at the brush in her hands. That takes a little more thought, but finally, she nods. ]
Thank you. I'd appreciate the help. [ It's more formal than she'd intended, but in some ways, she's mentally switching to autopilot, falling into habits that feel safe and welcome. She opens her mouth to say something else but closes it again with a shake of her head. Crossing the room, she gathers up the bowl and cookies and heads straight for the bed, dropping the brush onto the blanket before taking a seat at the end, folding her legs underneath her. There's no proper table and chairs in her quarters, and if she gets crumbs everywhere, so be it. She wastes no time in selecting a strawberry and biting into it, her eyes closing as the familiar taste washes over her, healing another piece of her. ]
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Her eyes follow his to that bowl and the stack of cookies, and something broken inside her knits itself back together. He'd asked someone what she liked. He'd made that effort for her, and though it's small, it feels monumental. There's no hiding the wonder on her face as she turns her attention back to him before looking down at the brush in her hands. That takes a little more thought, but finally, she nods. ]
Thank you. I'd appreciate the help. [ It's more formal than she'd intended, but in some ways, she's mentally switching to autopilot, falling into habits that feel safe and welcome. She opens her mouth to say something else but closes it again with a shake of her head. Crossing the room, she gathers up the bowl and cookies and heads straight for the bed, dropping the brush onto the blanket before taking a seat at the end, folding her legs underneath her. There's no proper table and chairs in her quarters, and if she gets crumbs everywhere, so be it. She wastes no time in selecting a strawberry and biting into it, her eyes closing as the familiar taste washes over her, healing another piece of her. ]