[She's trailing him silently through the ship, but he knows she's there. She can tell, she can sense it...
It's old maple syrup, sticking to her insides. Seeing him up and walking around slides through her with the sweet, warm touch of relief and a stronger bloom of affection than she's used to. Pushing it away is hard, she can't just wipe the syrup away with a napkin. It sticks, it clings, and it makes her feel unclean...dirty with guilt and regret...
When he faces her, she comes out from the corner she was hiding behind. She's not crawling through the ceilings of the ship anymore, it takes too much effort. When she looks him in the eye, her expression is neutral...but her eyes are too bright with interest as they move over his face, sharp and alive and shadowed with that cloying remorse she can't shake.]
You probably shouldn't be up.
[Because he looks awful. Because she did that. Sure, she was trying to help him, but...
She did that. And it matters today more than it did yesterday.]
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It's old maple syrup, sticking to her insides. Seeing him up and walking around slides through her with the sweet, warm touch of relief and a stronger bloom of affection than she's used to. Pushing it away is hard, she can't just wipe the syrup away with a napkin. It sticks, it clings, and it makes her feel unclean...dirty with guilt and regret...
When he faces her, she comes out from the corner she was hiding behind. She's not crawling through the ceilings of the ship anymore, it takes too much effort. When she looks him in the eye, her expression is neutral...but her eyes are too bright with interest as they move over his face, sharp and alive and shadowed with that cloying remorse she can't shake.]
You probably shouldn't be up.
[Because he looks awful. Because she did that. Sure, she was trying to help him, but...
She did that. And it matters today more than it did yesterday.]