[He isn’t sure now why she’s holding his hands. They’ve just met… still, it isn’t unpleasant. It is warm. There shouldn’t be comfort in it, but to some extent, there is.
So she is holding his hands and flattering him, and he looks down at her, puzzled. It has been ten long days, and countless days before that which had not been easy. It is strange for someone he has only just met to be seeming to try to comfort him.
He almost asks her why, but then she says it: I’m the same. He can’t see any guile in her just now. If it’s there, it’s well-hidden, and in truth, it might have been wiser not to take his hands and say such things to him — to keep a distance from him.
He takes one of his hands away to fold hers between his palms.]
No doubt we’ll have to leave this place soon enough. If we’re lucky, we’ll have horses to ride.
The rest — I’ll do what I can. Don’t want to sit about this place doing nothing.
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So she is holding his hands and flattering him, and he looks down at her, puzzled. It has been ten long days, and countless days before that which had not been easy. It is strange for someone he has only just met to be seeming to try to comfort him.
He almost asks her why, but then she says it: I’m the same. He can’t see any guile in her just now. If it’s there, it’s well-hidden, and in truth, it might have been wiser not to take his hands and say such things to him — to keep a distance from him.
He takes one of his hands away to fold hers between his palms.]
No doubt we’ll have to leave this place soon enough. If we’re lucky, we’ll have horses to ride.
The rest — I’ll do what I can. Don’t want to sit about this place doing nothing.