Don't make me a liar, 'cause I swear to god When I said it I thought it was true
He doesn't know Melita well enough to see the struggle she goes through, the struggle to not give in, to despair or exhaustion or whatever cloying, overwhelming thing it might be, but Nate knows people well enough to know his words are barely a balm, despite the weak laugh they pull from her. As she shrugs, the hand on her shoulder squeezes again, trying to offer the comfort his words have failed to. "A week." Nate confirms with a nod, following her gaze over the ocean, the waves a steely grey in the tinge of morning. "Maybe less. And... if you need anything while you're uh, going through it, you have a safe place to come to." Maybe it wasn't his place to make that offer, but he needed to offer something, to keep himself from feeling too useless.
Melita changes the subject, while he's still trying to find a segue that doesn't feel to awkward, pointing out towards the waves. It takes Nate a long moment to figure out what she means, the glimpse of pink cutting through the waves. "They're a kind of dolphin. Um..." They had had a special name, Amun had told him, when they'd had to collect the blood of one. "Empanada's, I think. They've got water powers."
Melita changes the subject, while he's still trying to find a segue that doesn't feel to awkward, pointing out towards the waves. It takes Nate a long moment to figure out what she means, the glimpse of pink cutting through the waves. "They're a kind of dolphin. Um..." They had had a special name, Amun had told him, when they'd had to collect the blood of one. "Empanada's, I think. They've got water powers."
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