Re: [Cafe, Capital, Cass & Burden.]
It was real truthful to say Burden was worried about what she would tell him. He wasn't skeptical just now, and he didn't reckon she was mad as hatters. Could be he would've thought just that upon coming to this town. Could be he would've reckoned she might be gifted, since being gifted was something still carried in the memory of the island home that was fading away, sand sifting through a sifter and disappearing grain by grain, but he didn't reckon either of those things. Sitting there, how he was, he reckoned maybe she was just something special. After all, Father Amos had sent him looking for powered people to exploit, so Burden knew those people existed and plenty.
But he shook her arm, and then she was looking at him. He looked back, blinking impossibly pale-blue curiously.
He didn't want to rush her, so he tapped the counter and asked the barista to fetch her some cold water; he reckoned she might need it, seeing on how she looked. He glanced down at the fingers she curled and withdrew, hands in her lap now. "You can take your time," he told her, "and you don't have to say if you don't want to." Truth was, he really did want to know, but not at the cost of her comfort. And he had a feeling he'd already made her plenty uncomfortable for one day.