I would say no, and then bitch about it with every repetition.
[Her voice is bland, he knew the answer to that question before it was broadcast aloud. At least she's honest, and she shrugs back out of her jacket without any snide comments about having his permission. Maybe on another day. Right now she just rubs at her neck, the heel of her hand kneading roughly over her pulse, tired but tense--(too aware of the shell she's trapped inside.)
She tilts her head back to look at him sideways after a moment, clearly looking for something but inexpressive as to what. It could, possibly, be reassurance but if she has yet to lower herself to asking explicitly for help, she certainly isn't going to offer over her insecurities for nothing. There's no helping her, besides. Barbet had never tried to help, he had simply berated her for not valuing the gift he had given her and sewed her closed again.
It is infinitely easier to face forward and turn to toying with a strand of hair teased free from her temple instead.]
too early;
[Her voice is bland, he knew the answer to that question before it was broadcast aloud. At least she's honest, and she shrugs back out of her jacket without any snide comments about having his permission. Maybe on another day. Right now she just rubs at her neck, the heel of her hand kneading roughly over her pulse, tired but tense--(too aware of the shell she's trapped inside.)
She tilts her head back to look at him sideways after a moment, clearly looking for something but inexpressive as to what. It could, possibly, be reassurance but if she has yet to lower herself to asking explicitly for help, she certainly isn't going to offer over her insecurities for nothing. There's no helping her, besides. Barbet had never tried to help, he had simply berated her for not valuing the gift he had given her and sewed her closed again.
It is infinitely easier to face forward and turn to toying with a strand of hair teased free from her temple instead.]
So don't bother.