That she wouldn't be left alone helped to calm her - at least for the moment - and she allowed Harper to pull her up off the couch and lead her to the kitchen. She kept the blanket wrapped around herself with her free hand, again returned to her childhood, when she used to pretend that her blanket was a cape as she dragged it around the house. It was a startling memory, pleasant in the wake of such pain, and Soh felt herself relax marginally.
She considered her food options, weighing them silently as she looked at the leftovers in the fridge. Something about the pasta seemed too heavy, so while she normally would have chosen that, she shook her head slightly. "A sandwich, if that's okay." She closed the fridge, leaning against the counter nearby with her blanket wrapped tightly about her shoulders. Of the two tea choices, she had her preferences, so she tried on a ghost of a smile and said, "Chamomile, please."
The smile felt foreign on her lips and probably looked as pained as it felt, but it was a start. HE'd been kind enough to allow her into his home, to welcome her with - literally - open arms. The least she could do was try to cheer up a bit.
She considered her food options, weighing them silently as she looked at the leftovers in the fridge. Something about the pasta seemed too heavy, so while she normally would have chosen that, she shook her head slightly. "A sandwich, if that's okay." She closed the fridge, leaning against the counter nearby with her blanket wrapped tightly about her shoulders. Of the two tea choices, she had her preferences, so she tried on a ghost of a smile and said, "Chamomile, please."
The smile felt foreign on her lips and probably looked as pained as it felt, but it was a start. HE'd been kind enough to allow her into his home, to welcome her with - literally - open arms. The least she could do was try to cheer up a bit.
