( It isn't so much that he was her commander (she'd been insubordinate enough and pushing her opinions on him as if he were any other colleague, let's be real), but that he's someone she respects. The reverse is likely that she had been under his wing as one of his agents, and it's difficult to keep yourself aloft with authority if you keep swooping down to eat with the rest of the pack even as often as he already did.
He had been a good "boss". That's why she's held onto that respect all these years and will still care for him as a friend at the end of the day. They'll figure it out. Until then, they'll keep to this dance of old habits and half-truths, doing their best to communicate even so. )
Send us back— ( The furrow of her brows only shadows her confusion deeper, plenty skeptical. If such a thing were possible, then why not save the destroyed planets? Why not leave them home? ) —how far? Is that even possible?
( She could be coerced to go somewhere else eventually, most like, but not for the span of this conversation. Not when he's sufficiently waking her up, leaving her alert as he moves off to sit at the shoddy excuse for a table, but it was enough to hold a first aid kit or a few plates to eat at without toppling. She follows with uncertainty weighing down her steps, slowing her, but she gathers up the thermos she'd kept brewed coffee in and pours it in the cup lid. She only has the one, so she offers it to him first as she joins him at the table.
He says it isn't all on her, but she fixes him with an exasperated little look and makes a gesture at the rest of the tent. )
No?
( "Then where is everyone?" it seems to imply. She's the only one here for now, and no one had responded to her network posting. People had acted on the information posted, certainly, and a few others had held down the fort when she ventured into Wyver from the south outpost she'd set up at with little enough first aid knowledge, but there were few enough of proper caliber to go around for the hundred-some refugees here and countless natives traveling alongside them.
There's no scorn in it; this is her job of choice and she willingly dives into the fray time and again with a fearlessness that could certainly be commended, even if it wears her down. She just usually has some modicum of privacy to be exhausted where no one can see, and that's incredibly difficult to find, here. )
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He had been a good "boss". That's why she's held onto that respect all these years and will still care for him as a friend at the end of the day. They'll figure it out. Until then, they'll keep to this dance of old habits and half-truths, doing their best to communicate even so. )
Send us back— ( The furrow of her brows only shadows her confusion deeper, plenty skeptical. If such a thing were possible, then why not save the destroyed planets? Why not leave them home? ) —how far? Is that even possible?
( She could be coerced to go somewhere else eventually, most like, but not for the span of this conversation. Not when he's sufficiently waking her up, leaving her alert as he moves off to sit at the shoddy excuse for a table, but it was enough to hold a first aid kit or a few plates to eat at without toppling. She follows with uncertainty weighing down her steps, slowing her, but she gathers up the thermos she'd kept brewed coffee in and pours it in the cup lid. She only has the one, so she offers it to him first as she joins him at the table.
He says it isn't all on her, but she fixes him with an exasperated little look and makes a gesture at the rest of the tent. )
No?
( "Then where is everyone?" it seems to imply. She's the only one here for now, and no one had responded to her network posting. People had acted on the information posted, certainly, and a few others had held down the fort when she ventured into Wyver from the south outpost she'd set up at with little enough first aid knowledge, but there were few enough of proper caliber to go around for the hundred-some refugees here and countless natives traveling alongside them.
There's no scorn in it; this is her job of choice and she willingly dives into the fray time and again with a fearlessness that could certainly be commended, even if it wears her down. She just usually has some modicum of privacy to be exhausted where no one can see, and that's incredibly difficult to find, here. )