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The time passes slowly as Sal's caravan creaks its way back toward Wall, and Yvaine has lost track of the exact passing of days and hours and minutes. They seem to blend indecipherably into each other - resting as the woman drives and making her careful way up onto the wagon's roof while the woman sleeps, head tilted up at the sky and nighttime
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(But he's her moron - and she's used to him.)
A few more moments of sulking quietly - the sound of her own breathing isn't half as interesting as it could be - and she props herself back up, arms folded and nose back against the bars.
"Don't think that I am wholly dependent on you," she mumbles. "Just because I am here again."
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Then nose twitching, he goes about his own business -- which generally means doing absolutely nothing.
He is rather hungry, though. This he knows.
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A quiet sigh and she unlatches the cage door, scooping him easily between her fingers and depositing him just as easily into her lap. Another moment and her free hand - the one not skittering somewhere behind his ears - snatches a handful of nuts off of a nearby counter.
It's not as though she was planning on eating them herself or anything.
"This is wretched, you know," a laugh. "Well, of course you know, as it is likely a fair bit more wretched for you. But it is just - I - I cannot say that I am terribly fond of people hurting you."
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Then at the sight of nuts, he scurries towards the hand filled with them, straightening slightly. His whiskers will likely tickle her skin.
He makes no sign that he hears her.
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"I am not precisely certain why now seems like a logical time to tell you this - but you're cute and tiny and far less likely to yell at me, so I am supposing that there is some sense behind the decision."
It's safer, really.
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In any case, Tristran grabs for one of the nuts between his paws and slowly begins to nibble, looking quite content.
Perhaps this is his best attempt at giving her a cue.
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"I have watched people a great deal," she says. "Not that - well, I know that it sounds strange, but what else are we to do?"
A grin and she presses a finger to his nose, "I did not lie when I said that my sisters were very likely gossiping something awful about you."
She breathes out a quiet huff, sigh catching nervously.
"Anyway, it is just - I have watched people and I have seen lives and people really do not do that many incredibly interesting things. There are very rarely the impressive sort of ones that warrant their own stories to be written. And it is not to say that I think that I have done very many interesting things - well, at least not prior to this insanity - but, it is mostly - what I am saying is - is that I think that I could be content doing utterly ordinary things with you."
Boring even. She thinks that she could be boring with him - just only if it was with him ( ... )
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There is a glimpse of something to show, perhaps, that he might be listening. That he might hear her. But only if one looks very closely.
But then he moves once more towards the hand with the nuts. He wants another one, of course.
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She's not really looking at anything in particular - just kind of gazing off at some middle-distance that has somehow managed to appear in her lap and fidgeting with the hem of one of her sleeves.
"You - well, you sleep on the right side of the bed. You know, without having to ask and not the one that I want to be sleeping on and, it is strange because it was not something I ever gave very much thought to, if I were to be honest. But it seems rather ridiculously important when you really get down to it, because how can one stand an eternity of sleeping on the wrong side of the bed?"
She blinks, then flutters her fingers hastily.
"Not that I am implying in any way that you would want," a sigh and another messy flop backward. "Oh, I am saying this all wrong."
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He has eaten three nuts now, and is content to just sit there, leaning against Yvaine's hand, his soft fur brushing up against her.
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"Don't look at me like that," she grumbles. "It is not as though you are a thrilling conversationalist yourself."
She's quiet again, thoughtful. One set fingers running slowly along the soft line of his back and the other pressed to the space where her heart is.
"You know?" she breathes. "I wouldn't make you do anything spectacular for it either."
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Black eyes slowly hide behind furry little eyelids as Tristran seems about ready to settle in for sleep. Then he suddenly scratches behind his ear with his foot. It is a very natural reflexive movement.
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She props herself up a bit and scoops him into her hands once more, holding him close enough that her nose can press against his.
"It's really yours already," she whispers, settling him into the pace where her neck meets her shoulder. "It's just a matter of asking."
Her own eyes flutter a bit, humming a quick snatch of something before she continues, "See? Nothing hard at all. Especially anything involving conniving glittery females - or any other females for that matter."
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Little feet take a step forward, then they move back again. He isn't sure it's safe yet. He peers up towards her face as though questioning. And then he looks away.
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She lets her hand linger upward for inspection by tiny paws, "Hopefully they will recover before you do."
Her gaze cants downward, eyes shaded.
"There's room," she replies to his glance, trying not to laugh as he skitters along her skin. "I wouldn't drop you."
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