[She blinks up at him, away from the magic book. There's something in the back of her mind that informs her, quite clearly, that he is trying to distract her from waiting on the book. And there's something else that tells her she's being rude.
Her eyes cut to the door again - but she doesn't really need anymore evidence that this place was what he said. She's never seen furniture like this before, or clothes like he was wearing, and she didn't think he'd been the one who brought her here 'cause he hadn't known she was here until she came out from behind the sitting-thing. All the same, her grip on the book unconsciously tightens to the point where she is white-knuckled.]
Okay. [And she clasps the book to herself before turning and walking over to the sitting-thing and hoisting herself up on it, hoping that she's doing it right. This way, he can be comfortable!] Come sit next to me?
[And she settles the journal on her lap, still holding on to it tightly, but she gives him a little smile.]
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Her eyes cut to the door again - but she doesn't really need anymore evidence that this place was what he said. She's never seen furniture like this before, or clothes like he was wearing, and she didn't think he'd been the one who brought her here 'cause he hadn't known she was here until she came out from behind the sitting-thing. All the same, her grip on the book unconsciously tightens to the point where she is white-knuckled.]
Okay. [And she clasps the book to herself before turning and walking over to the sitting-thing and hoisting herself up on it, hoping that she's doing it right. This way, he can be comfortable!] Come sit next to me?
[And she settles the journal on her lap, still holding on to it tightly, but she gives him a little smile.]