She half expects him to. Even lifts her chin in challenge. She's thought about this. She's been actively encouraged to not speak on it, but the infirmary is dark and the lingering terror of the dream has her snappish and reckless. Instead he gives her a joke and she makes a noise that's almost a laugh, if a bit choked. "Stone, don't remind me. Half hope the gripe comes back and keeps everyone in their beds for another month."
A joke in turn, as much as she makes one.
She doesn't say whether the observation is permitted or not, because she figures he'd offer it anyway. And... well. "Habit," she says, "When you do Caste work in Dust Town, you can't be close with anyone else. If you're caught, best case scenario is you get a quick execution."
time isn't real
She's been actively encouraged to not speak on it, but the infirmary is dark and the lingering terror of the dream has her snappish and reckless. Instead he gives her a joke and she makes a noise that's almost a laugh, if a bit choked. "Stone, don't remind me. Half hope the gripe comes back and keeps everyone in their beds for another month."
A joke in turn, as much as she makes one.
She doesn't say whether the observation is permitted or not, because she figures he'd offer it anyway. And... well. "Habit," she says, "When you do Caste work in Dust Town, you can't be close with anyone else. If you're caught, best case scenario is you get a quick execution."