"Alright, so it isn't 'everything'. What isn't there, then? Knowing what I don't need to watch out for is almost as useful as knowing what to watch out for."
Her mouth crumples into a grimace at his command that she keeps close. She hates to rely on anyone. It makes her feel like an extension of someone else, and that's a feeling that mucks up her guts like charcoal. Disgusting. But that sense is soon washed over by concern for him. For once, he seems almost doddering.
Well, if she should be the one to lose her body, it's only poetic irony that his mind be swept away into his whimsies and distractions. For the second time that day, she reaches a hand out and ever so gently touches his wrist, the one leading to the hand wrapped around hers. She would never grab him, never try to restrain him - her holding on is only an attempt to keep up, and this gesture isn't about that.
"Take your time, Doc. Rushing yourself doesn't push the bad spirits out." She grins, a bit toothily. "Or the bad persons who'd sabotage the Tollbooth."
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Her mouth crumples into a grimace at his command that she keeps close. She hates to rely on anyone. It makes her feel like an extension of someone else, and that's a feeling that mucks up her guts like charcoal. Disgusting. But that sense is soon washed over by concern for him. For once, he seems almost doddering.
Well, if she should be the one to lose her body, it's only poetic irony that his mind be swept away into his whimsies and distractions. For the second time that day, she reaches a hand out and ever so gently touches his wrist, the one leading to the hand wrapped around hers. She would never grab him, never try to restrain him - her holding on is only an attempt to keep up, and this gesture isn't about that.
"Take your time, Doc. Rushing yourself doesn't push the bad spirits out." She grins, a bit toothily. "Or the bad persons who'd sabotage the Tollbooth."