"You expect folk to just go home, not... this." Daine's lost people that way. It hurt, but at least she could tell herself that they'd only left Darrow -- not so bad a thing. Lucky, even. But she doesn't know what dying here means for things in Thomas and Edith's realm. Maybe there's an Edith who's still there, alive and well, as if Darrow never happened.
She wonders if she should say as much, but it's not something she wants to guess at if there's a chance of her being wrong. It's probably occurred to Thomas already. And even if it's true, part of Edith is still here, and needs to be put to rest.
If Thomas were anyone else, Daine thinks she would've just hugged him already. He's so proper, though, that she can't bring herself to just wrap her arms around him whether he wants her to or not. Still, it's with a hint of stubborn insistence that she twists her hand around so she can curl her fingers around his palm, bringing his hand down so she can press it between the both of hers.
"I s'pose it's down to what you want," she points out, albeit gently. It's different in her realm -- she knows, now, how lucky she is to be from a world where the dead have someplace set for them to go -- but funerals and such are more for the sake of the living, or so it seems to her. "Or whatever's normal in your realm." She doesn't pretend to know what Edith would want, they'd only met the once, but she doesn't think Edith would fault Thomas for whatever choice he might make.
It's not as if either of them had expected this.
Daine pats the back of his hand once, then releases him. "Do you want help?" she asks, gesturing around the shop.
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Date: 2017-11-01 10:36 pm (UTC)She wonders if she should say as much, but it's not something she wants to guess at if there's a chance of her being wrong. It's probably occurred to Thomas already. And even if it's true, part of Edith is still here, and needs to be put to rest.
If Thomas were anyone else, Daine thinks she would've just hugged him already. He's so proper, though, that she can't bring herself to just wrap her arms around him whether he wants her to or not. Still, it's with a hint of stubborn insistence that she twists her hand around so she can curl her fingers around his palm, bringing his hand down so she can press it between the both of hers.
"I s'pose it's down to what you want," she points out, albeit gently. It's different in her realm -- she knows, now, how lucky she is to be from a world where the dead have someplace set for them to go -- but funerals and such are more for the sake of the living, or so it seems to her. "Or whatever's normal in your realm." She doesn't pretend to know what Edith would want, they'd only met the once, but she doesn't think Edith would fault Thomas for whatever choice he might make.
It's not as if either of them had expected this.
Daine pats the back of his hand once, then releases him. "Do you want help?" she asks, gesturing around the shop.