I'm not little-- [ she protests softly, weakly as he pulls her into his arms and into his lap, like she is a little girl. and she can't find the will to fight it just now, not when she feels so exhausted, feels worn to the bone. and here is her father. maybe i'm dead too.]
You promise? [ its the question of a child, of a girl her actual age, not the girl she's started to be twisted into. her eyes fall shut for a moment before her stomach growls loudly, earning itself a sheepish and yet annoyed look at her stomach. not having eaten a proper meal in over a week, her body protests.]
no subject
You promise? [ its the question of a child, of a girl her actual age, not the girl she's started to be twisted into. her eyes fall shut for a moment before her stomach growls loudly, earning itself a sheepish and yet annoyed look at her stomach. not having eaten a proper meal in over a week, her body protests.]