[ The less you’ve to compare things to, the more permanent they seem. Even the old steps look novel to her. A new world, and it just keeps getting newer.
She watches him a moment, wary behind an exaggerated casualness. But he’s done her a favour already, has bought himself a little trust — and more to the point: she’s no chicken.
Cerise pushes up a sleeve, presents the mark into his hands. ]
A little. [ But not so bad, now. A deep, spiny bruise, where there’d once been burn; the terror she might lose an arm. It’s been worth it. ] They say it’s better if you stick around the others.
[ She throws him a look, at that. Most of the others so far are roundly insane. Possibly demons. It’s too easy of a lie if you want to keep everyone penned together, in easy sight. ]
no subject
She watches him a moment, wary behind an exaggerated casualness. But he’s done her a favour already, has bought himself a little trust — and more to the point: she’s no chicken.
Cerise pushes up a sleeve, presents the mark into his hands. ]
A little. [ But not so bad, now. A deep, spiny bruise, where there’d once been burn; the terror she might lose an arm. It’s been worth it. ] They say it’s better if you stick around the others.
[ She throws him a look, at that. Most of the others so far are roundly insane. Possibly demons. It’s too easy of a lie if you want to keep everyone penned together, in easy sight. ]