⟪ Not so much as a flicker of recognition does she have for him – their encounter in the North had been brief, he had been younger, and much and more had come unravelled in the wake of it all. To her, he is a perfect stranger - albeit one who brings a gift of food.
It is of no use for her. The portion she is served each day beyond suffices, more so with her appetite gone. She has accepted it regardless, because her twin goes half-hungry as is, and he would otherwise seek to start fights over the meals. With their crop of allies being as meagre as it is, that is hardly a productive approach. ⟫
How flattering.
⟪ The agitated annoyance in her tone is, at best, badly concealed. ⟫
no subject
It is of no use for her. The portion she is served each day beyond suffices, more so with her appetite gone. She has accepted it regardless, because her twin goes half-hungry as is, and he would otherwise seek to start fights over the meals. With their crop of allies being as meagre as it is, that is hardly a productive approach. ⟫
How flattering.
⟪ The agitated annoyance in her tone is, at best, badly concealed. ⟫
What is it like above?