Re: Claire and Leena: Woods
It was the hope in her eyes that made her stop, refrain from pulling Claire up and closer and out of the fucking water. Her gaze dipped to the handprint bruise around her throat and she wondered, but didn't ask. Not after the spew of words she didn't understand a few second ago. Not while Claire seemed unable, or unwilling, to answer in English.
And some part of her understood, like a bone deep knowledge that this was how these cards must play out. She sighed, more through her nose, and nodded slowly. Whatever Claire wanted, whatever a 'vis baptizari' was. God, she hoped she didn't just agree to be some kind of fucking sacrifice, though Claire didn't seem the type, but she also didn't seem the type to be hanging out in the woods in her current muddy, scratched up, half-starved state.
Let it not be a sacrifice. She stepped closer, unaware of what the fuck her friend wanted, but she couldn't stomp out the hope in her eyes, couldn't pull her out until this thing had been done. But before that - and in an attempt to at least begin rectifying one of those things - she reached into her pocket with her free hand and pulled out a few almonds, their wrinkled skin pressed tight between her fingertips. She held them out, pushed them closer to Claire as if to say. 'Take them.'