[ Marcille seems to have struck the right chord. Her contemplative expression gives way to surprise and then rapt interest. Ishmael is both looking at her and looking past her, remembering something from far off. Marcille doesn't dare to disturb that moment.
When Ishmael lowers her head and closes her eyes, Marcille's brow knits in worry and she lifts her head from her hands. They don't know each other well, but Ishmael has a good head on her shoulders. If vulnerability makes her nervous, being honest about this was probably difficult.
Ishmael might not be someone who appreciates it, but if they were next to each other, Marcille would have taken her hands and squeezed them. ]
...Okay.
[ Marcille made a promise. She'll leave things there, also because Ishmael seems very sincere with her answer. She did enough digging for this answer alone. It doesn't seem like the right moment to press for more—and maybe this will get her to think harder about the situation. That's as much as Marcille can ask of someone she only knows so well. ]
You'd know what's best. Thanks for being honest with me though.
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When Ishmael lowers her head and closes her eyes, Marcille's brow knits in worry and she lifts her head from her hands. They don't know each other well, but Ishmael has a good head on her shoulders. If vulnerability makes her nervous, being honest about this was probably difficult.
Ishmael might not be someone who appreciates it, but if they were next to each other, Marcille would have taken her hands and squeezed them. ]
...Okay.
[ Marcille made a promise. She'll leave things there, also because Ishmael seems very sincere with her answer. She did enough digging for this answer alone. It doesn't seem like the right moment to press for more—and maybe this will get her to think harder about the situation. That's as much as Marcille can ask of someone she only knows so well. ]
You'd know what's best. Thanks for being honest with me though.