Her eyes were watering, behind the blinking. He might have put this down to hayfever from all the flowers, if it were that alone. But it wasn’t, because she did not have the snappy retorts she had tossed out last time.
She said she would be fine. There was a decent chance this would still be true. She was not his responsibility, either. Surely she was here with someone who could cheer her up, or whatever one did to stop other people from crying. But she couldn’t be all that much older than Gwyn’s age, and her parents were dead. So who knew?
He sat down on the bench, as far away from her as he comfortably could. At least here he wasn’t looming, or looking directly at her. He could pretend half his attention was on the diricawls. For a moment, he waited, without offering anything else.
“What way, then?” Howell asked finally.
She said she would be fine. There was a decent chance this would still be true. She was not his responsibility, either. Surely she was here with someone who could cheer her up, or whatever one did to stop other people from crying. But she couldn’t be all that much older than Gwyn’s age, and her parents were dead. So who knew?
He sat down on the bench, as far away from her as he comfortably could. At least here he wasn’t looming, or looking directly at her. He could pretend half his attention was on the diricawls. For a moment, he waited, without offering anything else.
“What way, then?” Howell asked finally.
