My head shakes when I sleep too long, And my mom cries when I sing this song
Really, Hester is not sure you could call the shattered icy remains around them a 'palace' still, but she's not going to play a game of semantics with her hero. "I should still be paying attention. What if it had been anyone other than you?" Again, there's that note of adoration, of excitement, Hester all but swooning, an image in her head of a fairy tale damsel in distress.
"Would you believe he has the gall to be older than me?" It's a tried and true joke, and it leaves her automatically, an exaggerated huff accompanying the words. The smiles returns to her face easily though, her fingers tangling together in nervous knots in front of her. "My brother in law, uh, his father, was one of your men before..." Hester pauses, blinking as her words suddenly caught up with her.
Why would she bring that up? Remind the other woman of the attack? Was she an idiot? There is a moment of clear struggle, before she picks up an entirely new thread, trying to move away from her other, disastrous attempt. "It must be exciting, to be the Warden now. Congratulations, by the way."
"Would you believe he has the gall to be older than me?" It's a tried and true joke, and it leaves her automatically, an exaggerated huff accompanying the words. The smiles returns to her face easily though, her fingers tangling together in nervous knots in front of her. "My brother in law, uh, his father, was one of your men before..." Hester pauses, blinking as her words suddenly caught up with her.
Why would she bring that up? Remind the other woman of the attack? Was she an idiot? There is a moment of clear struggle, before she picks up an entirely new thread, trying to move away from her other, disastrous attempt. "It must be exciting, to be the Warden now. Congratulations, by the way."
Hester
