[This exchange has already gone smoother than he expected it would. A thank you is a small price to pay.]
That's all. This is what I'm here for. [Or, well, what he's decided he's here for. He tilts his head toward the entrance of the rover, an indication that she can leave.] Maker willing, you won't need to be back for a while.
[And she's rocking forward, leading past with her shoulders. She's almost a solid five strides out for the hatch before she hesitates - turns. One more question, though this one has nothing to do with the magic or dreams or how screwed Corvo Attano is and everything to do with the knee jerk evasion she'd had to push down to answer his message in the first place.]
[If there'd been any urge to go with 'No reason, just curious' she's already thrown that option out the window by asking. Doesn't consider it.]
When the ship was compromised - Dagger made it very clear that working with me would be dangerous for other people. Like decapitation dangerous. [Her attention is fixed, sharp, shoulders square. Hence the lack of follow up, she wants to say, but screw it; explaining herself isn't really why she's saying any of this to him.] I didn't mean to put you in that position.
[But intention counted for approximately jack shit much of anywhere, least of all here. She punctuates the thought with an absent drop of one shoulder that isn't really a shrug and isn't really anything else.]
[He listens, the confusion in his expression solidifying into something too harsh to be called stoic. The whole debacle during that time had left a bad taste in his mouth, and he can't tell now if the boiling frustration in his gut is aimed at her or at the instructors. Maybe a little of both.]
If Dagger has a problem with me healing recruits, then he can take it up with Mothership. Otherwise.... [He shifts, crosses his arms, cants his weight back. It's a defensive posture, even if it's not necessarily in response to her.] What's done is done. It wouldn't be the first time someone threatened to take my head for something. I don't intend to let it change anything unless someone swings an axe at me.
[A pause. He considers how true the next thing he wants to say is, and opts to go for it anyway:]
[Right. For a moment it seems like she might say something else, something hanging just behind her teeth and her weight fluctuating up into the balls of her feet. Her gaze flicks around the interior of the medical rover - settles back with a fixed certainty.]
I appreciate you letting me.
[And then she's rocking back to heel, to turn - makes her way from the rover with a clatter of her boots on the hatch and out.]
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That's all. This is what I'm here for. [Or, well, what he's decided he's here for. He tilts his head toward the entrance of the rover, an indication that she can leave.] Maker willing, you won't need to be back for a while.
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[And she's rocking forward, leading past with her shoulders. She's almost a solid five strides out for the hatch before she hesitates - turns. One more question, though this one has nothing to do with the magic or dreams or how screwed Corvo Attano is and everything to do with the knee jerk evasion she'd had to push down to answer his message in the first place.]
Has Dagger talked to you? Recently?
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Dagger? No, not for months. We aren't exactly what you would call chatty. [a beat. Slowly:] Why?
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When the ship was compromised - Dagger made it very clear that working with me would be dangerous for other people. Like decapitation dangerous. [Her attention is fixed, sharp, shoulders square. Hence the lack of follow up, she wants to say, but screw it; explaining herself isn't really why she's saying any of this to him.] I didn't mean to put you in that position.
[But intention counted for approximately jack shit much of anywhere, least of all here. She punctuates the thought with an absent drop of one shoulder that isn't really a shrug and isn't really anything else.]
Thought you should know.
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If Dagger has a problem with me healing recruits, then he can take it up with Mothership. Otherwise.... [He shifts, crosses his arms, cants his weight back. It's a defensive posture, even if it's not necessarily in response to her.] What's done is done. It wouldn't be the first time someone threatened to take my head for something. I don't intend to let it change anything unless someone swings an axe at me.
[A pause. He considers how true the next thing he wants to say is, and opts to go for it anyway:]
I appreciate you telling me.
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I appreciate you letting me.
[And then she's rocking back to heel, to turn - makes her way from the rover with a clatter of her boots on the hatch and out.]