Too used to just gritting it and bearing it through pain, her expression lifts at the offer of healing, having forgotten he even could. Might be hard to believe with how often she tortures herself running up and down bad memories like a film strip needing editing, but she is not the sort to turn down feeling better when given the opportunity. "Yeah, thanks," she murmurs, to his offer. She extends her hand, leaning in further over her knees so she's more within reach of his touch.
Her attention follows the retrieval and dismissal of the fork without much impact on her one way or another. It does prompt a visual sweep of the space, which is giving all the signs of a post-apocalyptic house post raid. Their little match upended a few of the carefully balanced items she'd stacked up on her counters, which already are piled up into absurd heaps. She sighs audibly at the sight, seeming to fully recognize the obscene mess of it instead of a necessary step mid-demolishing aspects of her house and life.
She grows quieter when her tour of chaos lands back on him, as ruffled as she's ever seen him. Some of the nerves trickle back in, folding her inner lip beneath her teeth, because he seems to be no better off than before. "Yeah," she agrees, small and wary as she slouches deeper into the cabinetry. "I kinda thought that was the part that'd help." Maybe wearing yourself out isn't the way most people deal with things, just seems to be the only way she can empty her mind these days. Shrugging limply, like she can't rouse an apology for getting this wrong too, she just taps absently on her knee. "So what would help, Thorn?"
Her attention follows the retrieval and dismissal of the fork without much impact on her one way or another. It does prompt a visual sweep of the space, which is giving all the signs of a post-apocalyptic house post raid. Their little match upended a few of the carefully balanced items she'd stacked up on her counters, which already are piled up into absurd heaps. She sighs audibly at the sight, seeming to fully recognize the obscene mess of it instead of a necessary step mid-demolishing aspects of her house and life.
She grows quieter when her tour of chaos lands back on him, as ruffled as she's ever seen him. Some of the nerves trickle back in, folding her inner lip beneath her teeth, because he seems to be no better off than before. "Yeah," she agrees, small and wary as she slouches deeper into the cabinetry. "I kinda thought that was the part that'd help." Maybe wearing yourself out isn't the way most people deal with things, just seems to be the only way she can empty her mind these days. Shrugging limply, like she can't rouse an apology for getting this wrong too, she just taps absently on her knee. "So what would help, Thorn?"
Colt
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
