[ If it wasn't her responsibility before, then it is now. She can't imagine anyone else being able to look after Ethan when he turns again.
Her throat is tight while she stares, scratching at her wrist with her thumbnail. The touch to her neck is enough to draw her attention back up toward him, and she struggles through a smile again so as not to worry anyone more than necessary. If not for Morpheus, she might have bolted long before now. ]
When I am...better dressed, I can fetch what is needed to make some tea for Mr. Gadling. [ A glance to Hob to speak to him. ] It will help.
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Her throat is tight while she stares, scratching at her wrist with her thumbnail. The touch to her neck is enough to draw her attention back up toward him, and she struggles through a smile again so as not to worry anyone more than necessary. If not for Morpheus, she might have bolted long before now. ]
When I am...better dressed, I can fetch what is needed to make some tea for Mr. Gadling. [ A glance to Hob to speak to him. ] It will help.