[ She folds the book shut with too much haste and tucks it back away under his pillow. Swallowing thickly doesn't gather her composure properly, doesn't stow the consternation that furrows her brow in response to her inability to muddle through the pages as well as she would like to. It feels like failure, and failure has always led to pain.
What she does not tell him is that she has no use for it. What she does not tell him is that she can't read it anyway, so keeping it would be no good because she can't finish it twice over. Instead she looks accusingly at the rations packet as though he were here to bring her poison. She snatches it out of his hand anyway, but doesn't open it yet. She'll wait to see him open his and eat it, thanks.
It hits her then, a moment later, that he has offered her something. Two somethings, actually. ]
You're my prisoner. [ Which sounds like a moody accusation: start acting like it. No one gives her things without strings, and more to the point, prisoners don't give things up willingly. And prisoners don't blame themselves for giving information that was threatened out of them. ]
no subject
[ She folds the book shut with too much haste and tucks it back away under his pillow. Swallowing thickly doesn't gather her composure properly, doesn't stow the consternation that furrows her brow in response to her inability to muddle through the pages as well as she would like to. It feels like failure, and failure has always led to pain.
What she does not tell him is that she has no use for it. What she does not tell him is that she can't read it anyway, so keeping it would be no good because she can't finish it twice over. Instead she looks accusingly at the rations packet as though he were here to bring her poison. She snatches it out of his hand anyway, but doesn't open it yet. She'll wait to see him open his and eat it, thanks.
It hits her then, a moment later, that he has offered her something. Two somethings, actually. ]
You're my prisoner. [ Which sounds like a moody accusation: start acting like it. No one gives her things without strings, and more to the point, prisoners don't give things up willingly. And prisoners don't blame themselves for giving information that was threatened out of them. ]