[ an immediate response, meant to kindly reassure, but the abrupt silence afterwards leaves the facade wanting.
what can she say? she's not a fighter. she doesn't have haunting flashbacks or very real, very demanding wounds. is it trauma to simply be unable to sleep? or to witness different forms of visceral heartbreak every day? ]
...I've been trying to stay busy. If I stay in one place for too long, it feels too much like I'm growing comfortable. Are you getting enough rest?
The last time I got comfortable, it didn't go very well for me.
[ but Margaery can't see how Derrica might benefit from engaging in a topic not too far from home and she makes the effort to change her somber tone into something more familiar, that typical lilting tone that seems to house flirtatious intent and amusement effortlessly. ]
But hearing your voice and knowing that you care enough to check in with me means very much, Derrica. I find myself thinking of you often, you know. It's hard not to when I'm depending on everything you've taught me, every day. I owe you so much.
You don't owe me anything, Margaery. We're friends. I'm happy to do what I can to help you here.
[ And, that being said— ]
You don't have to tell me, about whatever happened before. But if you like, I could teach you some of what I've learned to defend myself. If you think it would help you feel safe among us.
[ friends. what a lovely, loaded term. Margaery finds herself pleased anyway. ]
I do feel safe among you. I've never - been part of something so large, so- communal? And I appreciate the subtle anonymity that gets granted from it. But I would also be a fool to turn down learning something else from you.
And... it would help very much. [ falls nicely in line with staying busy. ] But in return, you must let me help you find rest somehow. Please.
Knowing that you'll let me teach you a little bit of what might keep you safe is the best help you might give me. It's going to be more dangerous now that the war has come so close.
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[ and you know. the war. ]
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[ an immediate response, meant to kindly reassure, but the abrupt silence afterwards leaves the facade wanting.
what can she say? she's not a fighter. she doesn't have haunting flashbacks or very real, very demanding wounds. is it trauma to simply be unable to sleep? or to witness different forms of visceral heartbreak every day? ]
...I've been trying to stay busy. If I stay in one place for too long, it feels too much like I'm growing comfortable. Are you getting enough rest?
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[ Suspicious lack of direct answer. ]
Would it be a bad thing for you to be comfortable here?
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[ but Margaery can't see how Derrica might benefit from engaging in a topic not too far from home and she makes the effort to change her somber tone into something more familiar, that typical lilting tone that seems to house flirtatious intent and amusement effortlessly. ]
But hearing your voice and knowing that you care enough to check in with me means very much, Derrica. I find myself thinking of you often, you know. It's hard not to when I'm depending on everything you've taught me, every day. I owe you so much.
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[ And, that being said— ]
You don't have to tell me, about whatever happened before. But if you like, I could teach you some of what I've learned to defend myself. If you think it would help you feel safe among us.
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I do feel safe among you. I've never - been part of something so large, so- communal? And I appreciate the subtle anonymity that gets granted from it. But I would also be a fool to turn down learning something else from you.
And... it would help very much. [ falls nicely in line with staying busy. ] But in return, you must let me help you find rest somehow. Please.
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Have you always been so helpful to others, Derrica?
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