She sits, not sure she's capable of anything else, and replays the entire incident in her mind. So many mistakes, so many things she did wrong, so much she could have done. If she had only swallowed her stupid pride... And then after, she just kept making things worse. Had running away really helped her more than it hurt? If she had trusted her friends more... But no. How could they possibly forgive her for what she had done? She certainly couldn't forgive herself. Their disdain would have broken her, and she was already so broken.
She glances briefly at the tea when Rue sets it down. She's not much of a tea drinker, but it does smell nice. It doesn't keep her attention for long. She lowers her hands to accept the ice and press it gingerly to her knuckles, but she remains hunched over.
"Thanks," she says quietly, her voice still a little strained. Her expression isn't afraid anymore, but despondent as she stares down at her hands.
That had been stupid too, now that she thought of it. Even if it had worked, she would have been cut by the glass. What was she supposed to do, though? Walk away, she knows.
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She glances briefly at the tea when Rue sets it down. She's not much of a tea drinker, but it does smell nice. It doesn't keep her attention for long. She lowers her hands to accept the ice and press it gingerly to her knuckles, but she remains hunched over.
"Thanks," she says quietly, her voice still a little strained. Her expression isn't afraid anymore, but despondent as she stares down at her hands.
That had been stupid too, now that she thought of it. Even if it had worked, she would have been cut by the glass. What was she supposed to do, though? Walk away, she knows.
"I'm sorry you had to see that."