"I want to. I trust you, I just- I can't. I can't, because-" She says it even though he's reassured her she doesn't have to say anything. "- because then it's my fault. This stuff that happened, it's my fault and I can't think about it, right now." She says it faintly, and she looks up at him with misery in her eyes.
She's thankful when he calls the cab and for the hand up - it takes her a minute, to get herself up and on the crutches and that's when he can actually see how bad her foot is; the man who did this to her was a monster, there's no getting around it.
He offers her a place to stay, and she hesitates because she's so moved by it. By him. She doesn't realise now that he means longer than today - but she's grateful that she'll have a place to be, that she won't be alone. She's terrified of going to the boarding house tonight, because she still thinks she'll have to do it. She's terrified because she'll be alone in the dark, because something could happen, and she knows how bad she was after the basement.
She looks up at him when he brushes back her hair, and she shift-hobbles closer to him, half-hugging him even with the crutches. "You're a good person," she says softly, before she scoots herself back a little. "I appreciate this." All of it - that she's got a friend like him.
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She's thankful when he calls the cab and for the hand up - it takes her a minute, to get herself up and on the crutches and that's when he can actually see how bad her foot is; the man who did this to her was a monster, there's no getting around it.
He offers her a place to stay, and she hesitates because she's so moved by it. By him. She doesn't realise now that he means longer than today - but she's grateful that she'll have a place to be, that she won't be alone. She's terrified of going to the boarding house tonight, because she still thinks she'll have to do it. She's terrified because she'll be alone in the dark, because something could happen, and she knows how bad she was after the basement.
She looks up at him when he brushes back her hair, and she shift-hobbles closer to him, half-hugging him even with the crutches. "You're a good person," she says softly, before she scoots herself back a little. "I appreciate this." All of it - that she's got a friend like him.