Every 'and' makes her wince, but with her back to him he shouldn't be able to tell.
To his credit, what he says about Elrond makes her laugh. It's soft, choked — almost not there at all — but it's still the first time she's even smiled all night.
"Why's that? Master Elrond's very dear t'me, but he ain't nothin' like my daddy. Maybe an uncle. I've never had one'a those."
She slips off her silk stockings, maneuvering the fabric around her anklet as if she's done it a thousand times. Once she's completely naked, she sits there, still, debating their discarded clothing. Despite this being the second time they've, ah, coupled, she's not wholly comfortable being naked in front of him. Her blouse won't do much for her. Her chemise is on the other side of the room. This is how she finds herself shrugging on his t-shirt for a second time.
She slips under the covers on her side of the bed, brow beetled at his closing words. She takes a moment to answer.
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To his credit, what he says about Elrond makes her laugh. It's soft, choked — almost not there at all — but it's still the first time she's even smiled all night.
"Why's that? Master Elrond's very dear t'me, but he ain't nothin' like my daddy. Maybe an uncle. I've never had one'a those."
She slips off her silk stockings, maneuvering the fabric around her anklet as if she's done it a thousand times. Once she's completely naked, she sits there, still, debating their discarded clothing. Despite this being the second time they've, ah, coupled, she's not wholly comfortable being naked in front of him. Her blouse won't do much for her. Her chemise is on the other side of the room. This is how she finds herself shrugging on his t-shirt for a second time.
She slips under the covers on her side of the bed, brow beetled at his closing words. She takes a moment to answer.
"Oh."
Beat.
"So you're — not 'seein'' anyone else?"