Re: [Lakeside: Hannah/Rey]
She didn't ask. She wanted to ask, but she didn't, and once upon a time she would've. She would've just asked if Rey knew Ren, but life here had taught her that secrets were kept quiet and close, and asking would be a kind of admission, and so she kept her lips together, trapping the secret inside, despite curiosity tickling at her nose.
She took another sip of her tea, and she took a bite of the cookie, and she nodded her understanding. Eat and drink and then they'd go outside. Okay. Sitting on the grass sounded easy, and in reality most of the things in Hannah's life sounded easy now. When compared to the past, even a deluge of memories was something she could handle. She knew people thought her naive and fragile, but that really wasn't true, not either thing.
Another bite. Another bite. Another sip, and then she put the cup down and the cookie plate aside. And Rey was reassuring. Sitting there, listening, being, Hannah felt good. She felt a little nervous about whatever, if anything, Rey might find in her mind. She didn't know if the other woman would be able to see her, Hannah's, murder, or if she would be able to see Marcus' murder, to understand it, to see the bones buried beneath the garden and the children pressed with faces to the window watching the monster sprout up as roses. She didn't know, but she also didn't think Rey would hold any of it against her.