[Cecelia's not keen to fighting off some care, especially when she has no certainty of what's afflicting her or how she ought to handle it herself. the pain be subsiding, but the fear lingers like a latent electricity under her skin.
she wordlessly accepts the glass with both hands, having a generous drink before setting it down and focusing on it for the remainder of her few seconds alone.]
My thanks. [almost inaudible in the noise of the bar - gads, was it always this bloody loud? - but earnest enough. she sits down, lifting a hand away to rub at her temple for a moment before squinting at Flynn.]
What was it you were saying? About it happening to you? [and messing up a SHIRT???]
no subject
she wordlessly accepts the glass with both hands, having a generous drink before setting it down and focusing on it for the remainder of her few seconds alone.]
My thanks. [almost inaudible in the noise of the bar - gads, was it always this bloody loud? - but earnest enough. she sits down, lifting a hand away to rub at her temple for a moment before squinting at Flynn.]
What was it you were saying? About it happening to you? [and messing up a SHIRT???]