It was the latter, then, if she’d hit a wall. He knew that kind of frustration. Sometimes one’s perspective had been skewed. (Sometimes it hadn’t, and there was just no way past.)
He squinted at her, gleaning the sparse facts that he could about the case she was trying to crack without having the faintest idea where this curse was housed, or what sort of curse it was, or how dire it must be if it looked like she was losing sleep over it.
He followed Zelda’s flopping onto the couch by stepping back to prop himself against the arm of the chair he’d previously been sitting in, not certain of how much help he could really be without knowing the whole story - but willing to sit here and try, if she needed the listening ear.
“It’s something you need to save?” He said hesitantly. Want to save, he’d meant to say. But it was the same sort of thing, wasn’t it, if she felt like logic wasn’t enough? Whatever the right thing was, she evidently had to do it, to save something she couldn’t risk losing.
He squinted at her, gleaning the sparse facts that he could about the case she was trying to crack without having the faintest idea where this curse was housed, or what sort of curse it was, or how dire it must be if it looked like she was losing sleep over it.
He followed Zelda’s flopping onto the couch by stepping back to prop himself against the arm of the chair he’d previously been sitting in, not certain of how much help he could really be without knowing the whole story - but willing to sit here and try, if she needed the listening ear.
“It’s something you need to save?” He said hesitantly. Want to save, he’d meant to say. But it was the same sort of thing, wasn’t it, if she felt like logic wasn’t enough? Whatever the right thing was, she evidently had to do it, to save something she couldn’t risk losing.
