That does not mean the conversation isn't worth having. If our memories are retained, it could mean a world of difference for the fate of Westeros.
[She feels the need to point it out, perhaps because Rey and Kylo Ren had gone missing themselves. She hasn't the faintest idea what's happened of course, but it was curious that the pair of them did not return to New Amsterdam, after the gates.
Wherever they'd gone, they'd gone there together. Would they remember together as well?
It was worth thinking about. But she is distracted by the box he offers her, which she takes with grace (though she cannot help the small, uncertain, girlish glance at his expression -- as if she is expecting it to be filled with cockroaches).
She is pleasantly surprised when she opens it, and she smiles in spite of her sour mood. She's struck enough that she can't hide it quickly, and so a small scoff of amusement follows afterward.]
Thank you.
[She looks on them for a fond moment, briefly feeling something in her heart twist. Every day, she misses her children more and more. In an effort to pull herself out of her encroaching grief, she turns the box around.
Later, she would no doubt question the thoughtful gesture. She certainly did not owe it to him, given his refusal of her offer. And yet ... well, it always came back to the same thing.
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[She feels the need to point it out, perhaps because Rey and Kylo Ren had gone missing themselves. She hasn't the faintest idea what's happened of course, but it was curious that the pair of them did not return to New Amsterdam, after the gates.
Wherever they'd gone, they'd gone there together. Would they remember together as well?
It was worth thinking about. But she is distracted by the box he offers her, which she takes with grace (though she cannot help the small, uncertain, girlish glance at his expression -- as if she is expecting it to be filled with cockroaches).
She is pleasantly surprised when she opens it, and she smiles in spite of her sour mood. She's struck enough that she can't hide it quickly, and so a small scoff of amusement follows afterward.]
Thank you.
[She looks on them for a fond moment, briefly feeling something in her heart twist. Every day, she misses her children more and more. In an effort to pull herself out of her encroaching grief, she turns the box around.
Later, she would no doubt question the thoughtful gesture. She certainly did not owe it to him, given his refusal of her offer. And yet ... well, it always came back to the same thing.
It was not like she had anyone else.]
Would you like one?