Water is a mirror, reflecting our strengths and weaknesses, our hopes and fears.
Goose is obviously an important piece of Iskra's story, and Elizabeth gives him the proper recognition in the weight of her gaze, an understanding and quiet approval of the strong bond between the two. The smile on her face is a blanket of security, a desire to protect such emotions and support. "It's a good thing you found each other then." If they weren't so otherwise entangled in another discussion, she might have asked about their beginning and what events seem to have saved the man before her.
However, Elizabeth allows the conversation to flow, a small hum of agreeance vibrating against her throat and into her propped hand. "That's true. I don't think anyone is ever 'alright,' but recognition is sometimes the hardest part. That takes time and practice." Time spent in self-analysis and self-discovery, time understanding what that looks like and when it becomes more than just a shadow in their path. Her eyes scan him gently, a brush of warm reassurance without needing to touch him. "Even then, sometimes we need an outside perspective to identify when our light has gone out." When the darkness is too comfortable or the denial is too strong.
A smile quirks at the edge of her lips, noticing the humor that arises again to lighten the topic and letting him redirect them to something brighter and less weighted by grief. "Better than lightning and an impossible maze." It's an unspoken acceptance of his thanks, along with a willingness to do it again should he ask (punch included).
However, Elizabeth allows the conversation to flow, a small hum of agreeance vibrating against her throat and into her propped hand. "That's true. I don't think anyone is ever 'alright,' but recognition is sometimes the hardest part. That takes time and practice." Time spent in self-analysis and self-discovery, time understanding what that looks like and when it becomes more than just a shadow in their path. Her eyes scan him gently, a brush of warm reassurance without needing to touch him. "Even then, sometimes we need an outside perspective to identify when our light has gone out." When the darkness is too comfortable or the denial is too strong.
A smile quirks at the edge of her lips, noticing the humor that arises again to lighten the topic and letting him redirect them to something brighter and less weighted by grief. "Better than lightning and an impossible maze." It's an unspoken acceptance of his thanks, along with a willingness to do it again should he ask (punch included).
Elizabeth
