A long pause follows as Gwenaëlle orders her thoughts. Contemplates what she might say - that she is so tired, that she is terrified something will happen while she isn't there, that she couldn't stand to be away if she wasn't doing something useful with the time, that she just wanted to breathe air that didn't smell like death for a little while, that she doesn't understand what Avery wants or why she won't let her alone. What awful amusement she must be taking in picking at someone else's pain.

In the end -

she says none of it, which doesn't help any of the misunderstanding between them.

"Then have it," she says, rising, brushing her skirts off and picking up the bandages that she's already rolled and walking away, leaving the unrolled bandages for Avery to finish and the uneaten meal for her to clean up.

There are other tasks that can be done. She'll find one.