Wouldn't claim to feel the same we felt the first time it was heard
Hester doesn't get any of what he's going through, not really. She's never lost anyone big, or unexpectedly, she wasn't plagued by a lack of confidence, or whatever it is that makes Glas' voice tremble the way it does, that keeps his eyes away from most people. She knows that he's hurting though, and she knows that she can offer a hug at the very least, her home at the most. A promise of companionship, in the meantime. "Think about it." She murmurs, so he doesn't need to talk too much. "You could just come around for meals and stuff too, if you wanted."
What else was she supposed to do, what else could she offer? Was just that enough? It certainly didn't feel like it was. At the same time, it felt selfish to be trying to rush him along this, to be offering solutions, or at least trying to, so quickly. Maybe she was overthinking this. As much as Hester still feels like she should be doing more, she's glad when Glas pulls away, focuses them back on the task at hand. Her own hands are slower to grab her screwdriver again, far looser around the tool, all the restless energy gone out of her at once.
Glas moves around her, wiggling the legs, but Hester doesn't really move again until he goes to lift the table, to set it back the right away again, rising to help flip it. She leaves him to whatever final check he does and grabs the previously evacuated items spread around, returning them to their place on the table. But with the work done, she shuffles awkwardly, looking anywhere but directly at the craftsman. "If... you wanted, the library is... quieter. More private."
What else was she supposed to do, what else could she offer? Was just that enough? It certainly didn't feel like it was. At the same time, it felt selfish to be trying to rush him along this, to be offering solutions, or at least trying to, so quickly. Maybe she was overthinking this. As much as Hester still feels like she should be doing more, she's glad when Glas pulls away, focuses them back on the task at hand. Her own hands are slower to grab her screwdriver again, far looser around the tool, all the restless energy gone out of her at once.
Glas moves around her, wiggling the legs, but Hester doesn't really move again until he goes to lift the table, to set it back the right away again, rising to help flip it. She leaves him to whatever final check he does and grabs the previously evacuated items spread around, returning them to their place on the table. But with the work done, she shuffles awkwardly, looking anywhere but directly at the craftsman. "If... you wanted, the library is... quieter. More private."
Hester
