[Ah, yes. That mark upon his hand, the mark engraved on Ciel's very eye. So long ago, (or so it seems to her), when she had thought herself all the wiser and more benevolent for not prying into their business, being concerned for upsetting such a sensitive matter...
How naive she had been then. How naive she had been even in Chantes.
How naive she may be yet, trying desperately to cling to things like morals, and goodness, and hope after nearly two years and eight worlds of the impossible, of plague, of death, of her first kill, of her first injury, of every first she'd ever hoped for and more she hadn't.]
Someone of your skills... you will be most welcome.
[Certainly his presence benefited her- didn't it? Her gaze falls down to the rations he'd handed her, lying neglected in her lap, and in order to cover how shaken she was by his words, she shakily opens it and tries to pick out something edible.]
To think I was just telling someone of your considerable prowess in the kitchen...
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[Ah, yes. That mark upon his hand, the mark engraved on Ciel's very eye. So long ago, (or so it seems to her), when she had thought herself all the wiser and more benevolent for not prying into their business, being concerned for upsetting such a sensitive matter...
How naive she had been then. How naive she had been even in Chantes.
How naive she may be yet, trying desperately to cling to things like morals, and goodness, and hope after nearly two years and eight worlds of the impossible, of plague, of death, of her first kill, of her first injury, of every first she'd ever hoped for and more she hadn't.]
Someone of your skills... you will be most welcome.
[Certainly his presence benefited her- didn't it? Her gaze falls down to the rations he'd handed her, lying neglected in her lap, and in order to cover how shaken she was by his words, she shakily opens it and tries to pick out something edible.]
To think I was just telling someone of your considerable prowess in the kitchen...