And so they draw to a stop in the midst of the hallway. Ruadh's head lifts, attentive to this change in activity, but does not huff to his feet.
Ellis has hold of her hand. He doesn't yield it.
"I don't want you to be disappointed," he tells her, sincere over the words. And then, more directly, "I'm sorry I wasn't here. Afterwards."
She'd been so sick when he'd left, still confined to the infirmary and Richard Dickerson's care. And he'd had to leave. What could he have done? Maybe nothing. Maybe no better than this moment, asking for a thing that only chipped at the brightness of her good spirits.
Maybe he'd know better though, if he hadn't been so far for so long while she acclimated to this loss.
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And so they draw to a stop in the midst of the hallway. Ruadh's head lifts, attentive to this change in activity, but does not huff to his feet.
Ellis has hold of her hand. He doesn't yield it.
"I don't want you to be disappointed," he tells her, sincere over the words. And then, more directly, "I'm sorry I wasn't here. Afterwards."
She'd been so sick when he'd left, still confined to the infirmary and Richard Dickerson's care. And he'd had to leave. What could he have done? Maybe nothing. Maybe no better than this moment, asking for a thing that only chipped at the brightness of her good spirits.
Maybe he'd know better though, if he hadn't been so far for so long while she acclimated to this loss.