He doesn't look awkward, or embarrassed by her explosion of words so much as he looks -- longing isn't quite right, but she can't decide on better vocabulary with so much in her head. Camilla finds herself wondering about Jaune, then, more than she is embarrassed for going on so long, and that sort of bittersweetness look that she can't reconcile, quite, with someone so young.
She can't bring herself to ask, not having just met him, but she files it away somewhere with the hope it won't disappear like everything else.
Cam huffs a laugh at his soft answer. "You know more about what he's been doing lately," she returns, with a smile that's mostly a curl at the edge of her lips.
Her whole body feels like it relaxes, though, when Jaune says he's doing fine. "Good," she says quietly, and nods as he keeps going. She doesn't know what all of not fine or even as anybody is could consist of, but in a place that dropped her in what seemed like an endless desert, she imagines it could be extensive, and not being here -- not remembering, even, where she was, or what happened --
And of the few things she knows, she knows that he's not fine at home. At least --
Camilla smiles at the description of what he's been up to: it sounds like the Warden she remembers. Her chest clenches, achy, at Jaune saying he's missed her a lot, in ways she can and can't fully separate into distinct feelings; she settles for facts, her brows drawing together in confusion. "How -- long has he been here?" She doesn't bother to try her memory but on pure instinct, she can't imagine not seeing him for more than a day.
no subject
She can't bring herself to ask, not having just met him, but she files it away somewhere with the hope it won't disappear like everything else.
Cam huffs a laugh at his soft answer. "You know more about what he's been doing lately," she returns, with a smile that's mostly a curl at the edge of her lips.
Her whole body feels like it relaxes, though, when Jaune says he's doing fine. "Good," she says quietly, and nods as he keeps going. She doesn't know what all of not fine or even as anybody is could consist of, but in a place that dropped her in what seemed like an endless desert, she imagines it could be extensive, and not being here -- not remembering, even, where she was, or what happened --
And of the few things she knows, she knows that he's not fine at home. At least --
Camilla smiles at the description of what he's been up to: it sounds like the Warden she remembers. Her chest clenches, achy, at Jaune saying he's missed her a lot, in ways she can and can't fully separate into distinct feelings; she settles for facts, her brows drawing together in confusion. "How -- long has he been here?" She doesn't bother to try her memory but on pure instinct, she can't imagine not seeing him for more than a day.