Sign language was not a language she knew but she watched him with a stoic grace, a judge’s stone gaze while he managed to get the message across despite the language barrier.. A chilly wind blew between them and maybe someplace between her forehead and her chin was a touch of regret. Honey wasn’t usually cruel but she was too proud to go into a hysterical apology.
There was no excuse for how she’d behaved. Only that she was genuinely worried and he had been the only hope of some news. She felt damaged. It just wasn’t her way to crumple up any part of her when she was struck down low. But since she had no idea what was just thrown at her in a shit storm of hand gestures she had no way of responding intelligently.
“I am worried, Lukas.” He’d have no way of knowing how her inflection had softened and tone had become more ally than enemy. There was a nostril flare as she attempted to stay the welling up of tears, “Paul’s gone too…I think they’ve left. ”