[She hardly knows the full story, but she does know part. Rosalind sits up properly, her fingers automatically going to her collarbone to feel the stitches there. It's only one or two, but still she grimaces.
Her arm next, and she offers it. This, at least, won't take much: just some disinfectant and a new bandage, but that's tricky to do when you're working on your own arm.]
. . . I have no doubt he likes me for myself, though I think he has a tendency to give me far more credit in some areas than I deserve. But I wonder, sometimes, if he doesn't try and understand you by understanding me. A cosmic ghost, he calls me, and I told him I wasn't so very different from you.
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[She hardly knows the full story, but she does know part. Rosalind sits up properly, her fingers automatically going to her collarbone to feel the stitches there. It's only one or two, but still she grimaces.
Her arm next, and she offers it. This, at least, won't take much: just some disinfectant and a new bandage, but that's tricky to do when you're working on your own arm.]
. . . I have no doubt he likes me for myself, though I think he has a tendency to give me far more credit in some areas than I deserve. But I wonder, sometimes, if he doesn't try and understand you by understanding me. A cosmic ghost, he calls me, and I told him I wasn't so very different from you.