[Allison can't help but laugh at that, a soft huff of a chuckle as she tucks her stakes under one arm to shakily accept the soup...but the laugh tries to melt into a sob, and she has to duck her head and swallow hard to keep it from escaping.
When she trusts herself again, she nods a little, unable to stop herself from cracking open the container to peer at its contents.]
You...you could say that.
[She breathes in the savory scent of the oxtail stew, and right away her stomach growls, gurgling audibly at the promise of a hearty meal.]
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When she trusts herself again, she nods a little, unable to stop herself from cracking open the container to peer at its contents.]
You...you could say that.
[She breathes in the savory scent of the oxtail stew, and right away her stomach growls, gurgling audibly at the promise of a hearty meal.]