[She's still flustered, but she's also still scared. Anxious. As much as she wants to be alone, she doesn't want to be alone yet.
She's completely silent as she walks him in, but as soon as they're inside of her room (with none of her flowers dead, as though she'd never left) she turns to him and demands:]
[He stares dumbly at her while he comprehends her command before turning bright red, slapping his hands over his face and nearly throwing himself into a corner of her room.]
[Well, this time she's more than happy with his theatrics because she's certain he won't even think about looking. She even smiles gently as she moves to the closet to find a nightgown and stands behind the door, quickly throwing off her shirt and slacks. She'll clean up later, for now all she wants is to get into bed.]
You can turn around now.
[She mutters as she pulls the covers back and smooths out the pillow.]
[He turns around, still pink, peeling his hands away from his face as he stares at her quietly. This isn't the first time he's seen her in her nightgown. After all, there was that one time he took care of her when she was fevered. Even so, out of politeness he keeps his gaze high and angled away.]
...Um, where shall you have me sit? Or would you rather I stand?
[Because he's fine with standing; he doesn't want to assume he can sit on the end or side of the bed and get yelled at for it.]
Of course. I could never forget the faces of my father and mother...especially when she's scolding. Save for holidays I do not get to see them often back home either...so while it is anything but ideal, I'm somewhat used to remembering them from memory, letters and photographs.
[She feels a little upset by the knowledge, but she knows there was no ill intent behind it. She's mostly just embarrassed to hear that so many people know now. The blanket is pulled up a little tighter around her chin.]
One her age should not have to feel sadness, I agree, but the unfortunate reality is that many children experience terrible sadness far too young. I wish it weren't the case.
[He nods, even though she cannot see it in the darkness.]
I'll take my leave then, good night Vanessa.
[Standing he moves to leave, stepping out of the room quietly. While getting on his coat and readying himself to head home, he pauses, only to pluck a single gardenia flower from an arrangement - secret love - to sneak back in while she was sound asleep to set it on the end of her bed. She would find it come morning, surely, and would probably yell at him for it, but he couldn't help himself.
With that he let himself out, hurrying home to his sister who was surely waiting for him.]
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She's completely silent as she walks him in, but as soon as they're inside of her room (with none of her flowers dead, as though she'd never left) she turns to him and demands:]
Cover your eyes so I can change.
[Don't you dare peek. B(]
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I-I WOULD NEVER DARE TO-!
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You can turn around now.
[She mutters as she pulls the covers back and smooths out the pillow.]
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...Um, where shall you have me sit? Or would you rather I stand?
[Because he's fine with standing; he doesn't want to assume he can sit on the end or side of the bed and get yelled at for it.]
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You can...sit...
[She gestures towards the foot of the bed.]
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Do you still remember your parents' faces? [She asks, quietly.] After all this time spent here away from them?
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I can't remember my older brother's face, but I remember his voice. He had blond hair like my mother, Fred and Elliot. Like yours.
[Her voice trails off as sleep starts to wash over her.]
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...Edward? Did you tell anyone else that I'd died?
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Lady Stark was especially saddened by your passing.
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[She feels a little upset by the knowledge, but she knows there was no ill intent behind it. She's mostly just embarrassed to hear that so many people know now. The blanket is pulled up a little tighter around her chin.]
...She's too young to feel so sad.
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[He lets her words sit for a moment.]
One her age should not have to feel sadness, I agree, but the unfortunate reality is that many children experience terrible sadness far too young. I wish it weren't the case.
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[Another, quieter yawn.]
What about Lizzie?
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[Her eyes are closed, her words slurring together more.]
I'm all right now. Go on.
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I'll take my leave then, good night Vanessa.
[Standing he moves to leave, stepping out of the room quietly. While getting on his coat and readying himself to head home, he pauses, only to pluck a single gardenia flower from an arrangement - secret love - to sneak back in while she was sound asleep to set it on the end of her bed. She would find it come morning, surely, and would probably yell at him for it, but he couldn't help himself.
With that he let himself out, hurrying home to his sister who was surely waiting for him.]