I already told you, didn't I? I don't need anything from you.
[ Just barely, she prevents herself from continuing with that bratty rampage by reminding him she had not asked for the tray he has brought. If he should fault anyone for his lack of foresight, for his inadequacy, it should be himself.
But it gives him too large an opening to suggest she has made a request of him when she knows it isn't true. Demanding is easier and spares her from feeling as if she must rely on him, taking on that imperious demeanor with ease. It continues as she unscrews the canteen, stirring the container until the liquid sloshes against its edges, and sniffs — nose twitching like a rabbit, as if she can detect anything amiss.
He wouldn't poison her when he'd gone to such great lengths to keep her alive. Drugging her seems equally out of the question for how it would alter her mind, but she remains skeptical, distrusting — and eager to insult him by reminding him of that, even now.
The first sip she takes is cautious, but the next is messier, throating working to swallow what she drinks down with greed — liquid spilling out onto her chin, missed when she finally breaks away to wipe at her mouth with the back of her hand. ]
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[ Just barely, she prevents herself from continuing with that bratty rampage by reminding him she had not asked for the tray he has brought. If he should fault anyone for his lack of foresight, for his inadequacy, it should be himself.
But it gives him too large an opening to suggest she has made a request of him when she knows it isn't true. Demanding is easier and spares her from feeling as if she must rely on him, taking on that imperious demeanor with ease. It continues as she unscrews the canteen, stirring the container until the liquid sloshes against its edges, and sniffs — nose twitching like a rabbit, as if she can detect anything amiss.
He wouldn't poison her when he'd gone to such great lengths to keep her alive. Drugging her seems equally out of the question for how it would alter her mind, but she remains skeptical, distrusting — and eager to insult him by reminding him of that, even now.
The first sip she takes is cautious, but the next is messier, throating working to swallow what she drinks down with greed — liquid spilling out onto her chin, missed when she finally breaks away to wipe at her mouth with the back of her hand. ]