"Yes, you can." Quiet, a little sheepish, and Red leans back to give Emma room, sitting on her heels.
Might be just as well that Emma's dedicated herself to the task of making her own bed, because there's so many thoughts wheeling around Red's mind that she's not sure what to make of them. Emma's the Dark One, and she's got to figure out the best possible way to be there for her, to help her. That's the only reason she was able to hold it together at all, how she didn't give up and let the mobs have her - she had support. She had friends, and even so, she knows that isn't always enough.
The question snaps her out of her thoughts, startled. "Huh?" And then realisation, and a silent oh, right, as she pushes her hair out of her face, idly twisting her hands around the dark brown waves to give herself something to do. Which does she prefer? Who is she? "I like Ruby," she starts, testing it out, "but my friends call me 'Red.' You should call me that, too."
But, okay. Red leans against the wooden wall, keeping an eye on the door, inhaling the smell of hay and Emma and the cold. "I'll wake you up when I need to. Okay? You rest up."
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Might be just as well that Emma's dedicated herself to the task of making her own bed, because there's so many thoughts wheeling around Red's mind that she's not sure what to make of them. Emma's the Dark One, and she's got to figure out the best possible way to be there for her, to help her. That's the only reason she was able to hold it together at all, how she didn't give up and let the mobs have her - she had support. She had friends, and even so, she knows that isn't always enough.
The question snaps her out of her thoughts, startled. "Huh?"
And then realisation, and a silent oh, right, as she pushes her hair out of her face, idly twisting her hands around the dark brown waves to give herself something to do. Which does she prefer? Who is she?
"I like Ruby," she starts, testing it out, "but my friends call me 'Red.' You should call me that, too."
But, okay. Red leans against the wooden wall, keeping an eye on the door, inhaling the smell of hay and Emma and the cold. "I'll wake you up when I need to. Okay? You rest up."