It's not a dismissal. The frisson of humor passing between them clarifies the reality beyond any confusion: Ellis cannot offer the kind of help Richard would.
For better or for worse.
His fingers tighten over hers, the skim of his thumb across her knuckles a minor sort of consolation. Hold there, as he looks from her to the contents of the stall, eyes lifting inevitably back to her face.
"Aye," comes after a long moment of quiet, leading to, "Would you like to stop at one of the little shops once you've all you need here? One of the ones that sell ribbon, or the bakery across the way?"
w/e i forgot a whole ass word in another thread
For better or for worse.
His fingers tighten over hers, the skim of his thumb across her knuckles a minor sort of consolation. Hold there, as he looks from her to the contents of the stall, eyes lifting inevitably back to her face.
"Aye," comes after a long moment of quiet, leading to, "Would you like to stop at one of the little shops once you've all you need here? One of the ones that sell ribbon, or the bakery across the way?"