What's more embarrassing, to admit that she just doesn't know, or that the only thing she's ever truly wanted to do with her life is become some silly storybook hero? Self-consciously, she glances Inessa's way again, then reaches up a hand to wipe away the last of her tears; at least she's managed to wrestle those under control for now.
"I don't know, really," she decides to say, and bites her lower lip. "...I can garden, fix most things." A small shrug.
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What's more embarrassing, to admit that she just doesn't know, or that the only thing she's ever truly wanted to do with her life is become some silly storybook hero? Self-consciously, she glances Inessa's way again, then reaches up a hand to wipe away the last of her tears; at least she's managed to wrestle those under control for now.
"I don't know, really," she decides to say, and bites her lower lip. "...I can garden, fix most things." A small shrug.